Hunched Back

  

I could feel cold air on the left side of my body.

I was turned away from the open window.

My ears were filled with the sound of rain.

The sound was pleasant and calm.

I knew it wouldn’t be around for long.

It hardly ever rained in this town.

And yet everybody wore a frown.

I stood upon the carpeted floor

The one I stood time and time before.

I was sure I could see my footprints etched within the fibers.

As I stood I counted the faceless world drown by.

Sometimes it would make me cry.

My glazed red eyes peered from beyond my screen.

I was welcomed by a woman’s screams.

 Had she been raped?

Caught in a suicide state?

Screaming for help?

Or was it attention.

Probably some media forsaken w***e.

She turned out to be a bore.

My mind had drifted again.

Like it did hour after hour.

My mind connected to the brain

Had helped me to be insane

I kneeled on the floor because the world was still such a bore.

How could I stand for this?

Make my life an endless cycle.

Repeat, repeat until I am deceased.

That’s the way it has got to be.

What I let manifest inside my chest.

That’s the reason my life is simple.

It is because I am a pimple.

A big boiled pimple.

Ready to explode on all these miserable f*****g people!

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Love your style of writing brilliant and honest, your pain is well felt in this write... Thanks for sharing