Why now?
Why does it have to be now?
Look at my hands.
Look
at
my
hands.
They are trembling from the effort of keeping
in the demons who are fleeing from my body.
Why now?
Make them stop.
Make the noise
Stop.
Please.
I am begging you,
Make them stop.
For demons are clowns with crowns.
Faces painted to scare every last bit of you.
Fog surrounding them
so that you know when they are coming
They are yelling.
They won’t stop yelling.
Their long, dark, bold faces sucking in
almost all of the life force from you.
Yours are more talk than do, so you can
move on. But
Please, make them stop shrieking with pain.
For my sake
How can you let them scream?
I can hear yours screaming as if
a knife was plunging into them
repeatedly.
They are shrieking
so loud that the noise can be
heard across the warm
turquoise oceans.
Please quiet them down.
I can barely stand the sound of
my own.
I like your use of line breaks and repetition. It makes the words become more visual and paint a picture of what you are writing about. My favorite line is "They are shrieking so loud that the noise can be heard across the warm turquoise oceans". Your poem, even though it has a dark tone, has multiple layers that make the poem more cohesive.
ReplyDeleteI like the overall tone of your poem and how dark and fast paced it is. The line breaks help emphasize the tone and pace of your poem. One of my favourite part of your poem is the last stanza because you did a good job finding a closer that ties in multiple themes from the rest of your poem.
ReplyDelete