Thoughts

Bones scraping the floor

He looks up but can't see the door

The pain hits.

I fall to the floor.

What the f**k did i do?

Nothing.

Nothing yet.

But knowing myself i'll f**k it all up.

Timing is key.

I never know when it'll happen.

It just does.

I look up at the door.

”Get up you fat f**k. Just get yourself outside for once!”

I scream at the floor.

All the light vanishes as he opens his eyes

Finalizing the visualization of all his dark lies

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A intense vision create by strong description in the poem. Sometime hard to know your way out in bad situations. I like the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote