No Air

A Poem by Dukesrunner

I choke �"

Stutter when I need the words most.

‘Cause it seems when I’m breathing,

It’s all I can do,

Not to waste the breath on being

Caught up in the games-

Insane

Wrapping through my mind

Like a music box in rewind,

Spinning round and round,

As the applause rings from the crowd,

Cheering “faster” louder

And “louder” faster.

Back to the needing

Air �"

It’s never there

To spill things clean

To eject the mess.

Reject the crests

And falls.

Recalls of another time,

Another place,

Another life.

Memories of good keep soul from the brood

And the bad: don’t mention them

For fear of the swelling flood,

Swirling in the fire

Bringing that mess up from pyre,

And flowing back-up of Pandora’s blood,

Draining from the rocks of God,

And back to her damned music box.

Self-destruct,

Erupt with the pain,

Invisible-

But there all the same.

The prison’s overflown,

Every good idea against their cage drowned.

While the bad play their game.

Death-cheating.

Despite whatever smite

Of rain or thunder

That tears the sky asunder,

Might fall.

Just another plead

Of a dying breed,

Singled out and left to bleed

As his music consumes him

To fuel his left-shouldered muse.

The cold shoulder takes its hands

As they turn to ice,

But shakes them before they shatter

And the guilt draws him into

Relapse.

He falls back into his mind,

Another climb,

Another fall,

As from the bottom he sees all

As the past rewinds to playback

As the music box opens

To punish this soul-sick sack.

Author's Note

I haven't written anything for a long time. It's weird getting to it again, although it's not like I had much choice in this one. It just kinda came from me, whether I wanted it to or not. That being said, it's a lot of words, and it might take some time piecing together a general meaning. But there is one. Or perhaps more than one. You're the reader: you decide.