Agony

Agony

A Poem by John Stussy

Burn, scald, scrape, destroy.

End it for good, end it tonight.

This thinking, it must stop now.

I'm haunted and tearing,

You can see my insides bursting forth.

I pain these words with my blood

As I fade into death slowly.

Don't you like watching me do this?

You're the one that brought it on,

Betrayed me to the fullest

And we pay for your crime, your sin.

Your own son can't take it,

It's an impossible weight to crush,

I'm pressed under your stones

Just like those of your faith did

To those who hurt them.

Enjoy this glass,

I'll toast with you

Upon finest red wine,

The deepest and best quality.

Human blood has no substitute,

Especially that of your family,

Your own blood.

Tip the glass,

Look into my eyes

And tell me your tale,

Show me your demons

So I can grin at them.

Watch me go tumbling

Unwilling but too weak to fight,

An undefended soul now claimed.

The Pyro's paradise,

I'll bleed day and night

While I remember these agonies

Til time ends.

I give my life at last,

I can't fight, I'm too weak.

Broken, destroyed.

Slashed, smashed.

Your sickness's product.

Are you happy now?

Watch now

As I do it,

This knife will work

Well enough.

Here is the cut,

Here are my insides,

Laid bare to the cold air

And here....

Here is my soul.

© 2008 John Stussy


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It's an impossible weight to crush,
I'm pressed under your stones
Just like those of your faith did
To those who hurt them.


Here is the cut,
Here are my insides,
Laid bare to the cold air
And here....
Here is my soul.

Love these lines here, also like these lines, this is a wonderful write, love this write....Kim


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Gosh, this is a really painful piece and you expressed yourself very well. This is a really great write, nice work!!!

Heather

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Some great lines in this one, but I got lost, which often happens if a poem is abstract. Rain..

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's an impossible weight to crush,
I'm pressed under your stones
Just like those of your faith did
To those who hurt them.


Here is the cut,
Here are my insides,
Laid bare to the cold air
And here....
Here is my soul.

Love these lines here, also like these lines, this is a wonderful write, love this write....Kim


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I agree with Dean & Damian. This piece is raw and painful. Do hang on... and if you can't hang on, tie a knot and let it hold you until you can hang on.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Hang in there John. Striking piece...painful and torn. Hang in there.
_Damian_Dean_

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I literally cried with this one.
It's hard my friend, it's hard to be strong when all else is failing.
Hold fast, dawn is coming.~P


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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John Stussy
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Cook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..

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