Living to Die

Self explanatory

The crime is living,

not surviving,

the poltergeist

of dead anger

thrusts its thumbs

into my eyes,

gouging,

making me blind,

long enough

for concern.

So here I sleep,

restless, fitful,

full of fear.

Nothing matters

anymore.

Life has no real meaning

as I sink deeper

into the cesspit

where breathing

is hard

and believing

is nigh on impossible.

And me, I am stuck

right here in this bloody

mire, unable to extricate

myself.

 

04/01/24

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

powerful ... the darkness within our fear and anger can turn inward or outward ... poetry blesses us .. it's a valued, safe outward expression that can express both the darkness and the light ... i am old .. i fancy i have been over enough road to be able to say that even the darkest hour ... truly is just before the dawn .. it took me a lot of retakes to accept that as true ... hoping this poem is not confessional but ... either way the strength, universality and honesty shine in it .. peace and joy
E.

[Tumi]

a good way to use your words
keep up
and thanks for the poem

[Kimbal]

What a terrific poem Jon Boi. Spot on. Top notch... man. Thanks for contributing to the site jon.