Fix this.

Fix this.

A Poem by johnnyqueer

Inner beauty began to melt, I can't mend this.
Draw lines, and cover canvas, I can't fix this.
Reach out, behind devil stained lips, fix this!
Cry out, piercing to penetrate, fix me...

Desire pours, foams, and flows over.
I cup my hands and drink til sedated.
Bring forth steadied hands to re-create
every particle I obliterate. release hope?

Tears swell, grow, and flow earthward.
I never wanted this, never asked for this.
Look skyward and scream, fix this!
Silence consumes, whisper softly, fix me.





© 2011 johnnyqueer


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