Mental diarrhea

Another un-edited stream of consciousness, the title says all !!

 

I hoped no one reads this message

But the time has come

For another mental diarrhea

Another pile of compost to feed my pain

Of years which went in vein

 

Let me tell you about nights of black and blue

Amber and a cup of coffee

Replaced now by a hand

And a touch of fear of what has to come

 

Would my future end your past

Would you tell me about your fear

That no one longs to hear

Would that mist be clear

 

You are like me

The sound of the free

The end and the start

Where pain is just an art

 

But I still wonder what aches you in vein

Am I insane, are we the same

Have you died inside in your father’s eyes

Have you lost dreams of magic lands

Grains of wind carrying the sand

 

Have you seen the mighty hand of god

Fell for a fraud

And left it all behind

In your mind did you hide

Were you lost in the underworld

Were you once old

 

Allow me to ask you if I may

What causes yearning for dismay

What makes you burn

Cigarettes in turn

Waiting for a holocaust of your breath

And the crystal myth

 

I was once there

I fear not to admit

As I try to forget

But life was never fair

I’m addicted to despair  

Were your friends dead

Did you smile on that very day

To blood on mount of hay

No tears to descend

Only five words

They took the wrong road

 

Were you obsessed

Were you possessed

Have you seen a world and its order

Have you crossed a boarder

 

Have you read

Till your eyes bled

With radio light

And static sound

How hard did you hit the ground

Have you seen them rape a kid

For drug they were fed

 

Have you denied all what you’ve been told

All blood that was soled

And direct orders

To kill across boarders

Ran death on the sands

Is there blood on your hands

 

All that I won’t judge

Not even hold a grudge

For I have been in worse

And I have no remorse

For we all live once

And we die a minute a time

Unheard, unseen and mime

 

As I whip the hole in the head with this paper

I see no reason for a frown

Now comes another dawn

As I await the reaper

Author's Note

Reviews are welcomed

Reviews

[Namaa Hammond]

somehow i understand every single word in this poem. not just because it's intriguing but i really understand you. excellent finish :)