Desert DryA Poem by Casper Dumass Lecroix
Dry eyes stare down at the carpet
The flesh arms hang against chair arms like a puppet
A heavy heart beats still but his chest can’t feel it
And the mind hurts so bad that it wants to quit
And sit
And never touch the subject again
But it can’t, or it won’t
Then comes the knot in his throat
And the pain, like rain comes down and the shame (Oh the
shame)
Sparks a flame behind eyelids shut
Can anyone see this man stuck in this rut?
Like a street roaming dog that turnned cur
The kind with the bloodstained mangy dirt fur
A Dry mouth sits agape in disbelief
As if belief would destroy the nonexistent relief in his
eyes (staying dry?)
He looks down at the carpet because looking up is too hard
And by far all that’s keeping him dry is his pride
But as his mouth opens wide to breathe
He begins to cry
But he bites his lips and sucks it up (What a good little soldier)
He turns pain and sorrow to rage and grows bolder
The font on his head says “I wish I were dead” but only in a
form of phrase
Because being dead would only start a new cycle of this pain
(a whole new craze)
Dry eyes stare down at a carpet
Because if the tears came there would be no way to stop it
And if I stand strong now later I’ll feel better
Because I’ll for ever know I can fight through whatever
Come what may rain, hail, (hell) or shine
I will never fail to hold the line
God help me if I ever lose
This will, this pride, this light, this drive, this strength
that I use to keep my eyes dry
© 2012 Casper Dumass LecroixReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 9, 2012 Last Updated on November 19, 2012 AuthorCasper Dumass LecroixHouston, TXAboutThink, I've finally figured what I want to put here. I'm just some dude whose been writing ever since I picked up (was forced to read by a lady with a ruler) Green Eggs and Ham, which led to Uncanny X.. more..Writing
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