the things we do

na.

beat ourselves into

submission,

just to prove there’s further

that we can

progress,

lie to ourselves

right back in the mirror,

just to show there’s someone

that we trust

less,

dare ourselves to jump off

bridges, off buildings, off

cliffs, as high as we can climb,

just to convince

our own doubting conscience

that there was never a reason to

try---

up the hill to push the rock

then let it come crushing down,

then throwing fists into the

hardness, just to f**k all of our

knuckles

up---

stab our own backs with knives,

just to keep us from ever feeling

safe,

slice every vain that pumps blood

in our bodies,

making sure no one gets to us first

to rape &

before obliteration gets the best of

all,

theses are the things we do to

keep awake

before our

fall.

Reviews

[MachinaWriter]

"these are the things we do to / keep awake / before our / fall."

A powerful ending to a powerful poem. I felt as if the poem were the rock, collected with the hardened dirt of our minds, rolling down the hill faster and faster and faster till the sudden stop. There were so many parts of this poem that were great to me, that I shouldn't quote all of them, because it would be too much ^^ Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem.