Desolate

There's a black hole swarming in my rib bones
Tightening my wrists and confining my blood flow
Choking my words out through the ink of my pen
This is where I end, just like how I began
Fixated manifestations and concocted illusions
You are the blood stains on my holy communion
Coursing to the window, for a midnight flight
I am the hours and the moon at night
Pure communication between my tongue and your throat
I am the life behind the words I just wrote
Forlorn embodiment and paper thin skin
On the brink of pseudo, on the path of sin
Gone postal on my own imagination
Forced reclusion from the world's discrimination
Deepened wounds left by my hand
Impious act resulted by enforced reprimand
Daunting expectations of my body and soul
I am the ensemble of a radical control
Waging torment beneath this flesh
I am the newborn and I am the last breath

Reviews

[Gabby Nieves]

I need to promote this. why aren't u fameUS

[Justin Avan]

Feel free to promote it all you want and I don't know! Ask the gods of fame? Lol

[Violet Stone]

Lovely poem and by the way, I noticed you were new so welcome to writers cafe! Good luck on your future work! :)

[Justin Avan]

Thank you, I appreciate the fact that you noticed me in the sea of writers here. So thanks for taking the time to read and comment :)

[Violet Stone]

You're welcome! I'm very glad that I seemed to have pleased you by reading your poem as I really like your poem. It's my kind of genre all over. And yea, there's so many people here that its hard to get people to notice you. I defiantly know how it feels to feel like your just another fish in the "sea" as you called it lol.

I will read any other work that you put onto writers cafe in future as your work impresses me greatly so keep up the great work, Justin! :)

[Gabby Nieves]

Okay me, orlando and our friend Cahjli read this and they said your use of symbolism adds to the depth of the imagery and you should keep posting more on here cause this was literally amazing. Got them goosebumps. Keep it real