Disasterology.

  Wake up,

Get out of bed.

Grab a cup,

Pour my coffee.

 

Light my cigarette,

This is my life.

How could I forget?

It goes on and on.

 

Time to get ready.

Walk up to the mirror.

Take a deep breath, feeling unsteady.

 

Smoke pours out of my red lips,

Taking a long look at the monster hiding in the mirror.

Hands on her hips,

She reaches out for me.

 

Falling into the wrong world,

I don't seem to mind.

Secrets unfurled.

One's that should not be spoken.

 

Hush now, you will wake from your distaterous dream.

Do not speak, you will wake the monsters inside you.

Do not listen, but scream.

Do not think, drink the poison.

 

Destroy yourself,

Destroy something beautiful.

Destroying myself,

This is my disasterology.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to be perfect. Most of us have habits we need and are not good for us. I like my coffee and I learn to hide my monsters. No weakness in this poem. Told a tale of struggle and life. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[cfix]

Oh My! This is bloody brillant! I enjoyed this write. I love the imagery and descriptiveness. Going in my faves. Very well written!