empty and harmless

empty and harmless

A Poem by Jay Bailey

i offer my hands, empty and harmless
but scarred from bites
i retreat into my head
self imposed exile on the edge of the western world
tired of being the mouse
led out by hunger
to be chased by predators
i've seen enough blood stains
on the teeth of monsters

i give my heart
it can be open and strong
but its fortified in a fortress
the cage of my ribs
like a steel trap
snapped shut on fingers
breaking bones of prodding thieves

listen close and you can hear the sound
the gentle hum of absence that hangs in the air
we ache for home
but have nowhere we would ever call home
and all the tired people
are always in each others way
you try and stifle your anger
hating how quick it comes on
but the rush comes on fast
and you spend the next few hours
breathing the tension out of your lungs
every wall you see
is a target for your heavy fist
and when no one can see
you'll take it out on yourself

hold your breath
and feel the rage that builds
its a bi product of being shat out
into this modern society
that has failed you and millions before you
in the name of freedom
its a vote that you were never given
a choice you were never a part of
you're guilted and shamed
for not feeling any pride in it
you're always wrong in someone else's book
and if you prove it, you're an a*****e
truth is obnoxious
lying is a prerequisite for social interaction
and you're a weirdo if you prefer to be alone
f**k everything and anything that bears our name
it's meaningless, it's valueless
just because it's an agreed upon fact
does not mean you should mistake it for truth
but everyone does

© 2016 Jay Bailey


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Jay Bailey
Jay Bailey

Syracuse, NY



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i tend to be a loner, distracted in crowds. cursed with being tall while feeling small in my head and wanting to be able to hide but i stand out too much. active musician, horrible misanthrope, quiet .. more..

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