Suits, Ties, Cries

They wore ties

I hate ties

Like a noose hung around the neck

Choking the life and spittle

Bulging muscles fidget and burn

Sitting in large kingly chairs

Ruling over the dominion of pews

Bereft sheep

Rip it off and never return

Momma is crying

Tears flow down purple flowered dresses

Candy color coated Sunday school

I’m told to sit and play

Just play

Like idiotic membranes

Whilst wolves devour

I only sit and watch the horror

And wonder why

Flashbulbs of eternal insignificance

As I lay and dream

Of burning buildings

The hero while he watches the enemy scream

Beating him until spitting teeth

Rattle upon concrete

Justified in the vengeance inflicted

Saving those he loves the most

They are only dreams

I am powerless

I hug my brother

While he has a gun

He is just upset

There is talk of suicide

I cannot fix it

I wonder if the knife drawer should be locked

She kisses me

Jams her keys into the ignition

Tells me she loves me

And drives away

I cannot fix it…I never could

They wore suits too

I hate suits…

Author's Note

This poem is far more personal then anything I have ever written, its a change of pace for me as I like to disguise my feelings in images and cryptic imagery.