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Poem: anthill
I just wrote this, can anyone give me some feedback? I haven't written anything in about 3 years. I guess it just spilled out of me.
ANTHILL
Seeds fell to the ground, again we asked for rain.
They need rain.
Cut into my chest, look inside me.
You...
will see everything ignited in fire.
In a day it will be too late, and too late in an hour.
In a moment you won't be able to get back up.
If the key does not fit in the door,
Knock out the door with your shoulder.
Mother, we are all seriously sick…
Mother, I know we're all crazy…
Steel between fingers, a compressed fist.
Strike at the hand that has been ravaging the flesh,
And instead of blood in those veins, there is frozen poison.
Slow poison.
Shattered peace, and shattered skulls.
Bread broken into two pieces.
Here is one crying, and one that is silent,
Yet somewhere someone's so happy,
so happy…
Mother, we are all seriously ill…
Mother, I know we're all crazy.
You must be strong,
You have to be able to say,
Hands away, stay away from me!
You must be strong, otherwise why should you even exist.
What’s worth a thousand words,
When will the boulder of the fist be of importance?
So you stand on the bank -
And think To swim or to drown?
Mama, we are fking sick.
Mama, I say we're all fking crazy.