Poetry

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Drained

Have you ever felt your life drain,

as if it swirled and bubbled down the sink you get ready at?

Have you ever felt like your soul has been stolen?

Like the Grim Reaper ran off with it like an expensive electronic,

tucked beneath his armpit?

Sirens blaring?

Mind reeling?

Heart stopping?

I have.

I’ve felt like I’ve been bleeding to death,

but I have no wounds;

I have felt like I’ve been drowning,

but there’s no water around me

I try to stop up the drain with the hair that’s falling out of my aging head;

with the clumps of shaving cream I use to show I give a damn.

Clean shaven.

Clear face.

Smile?

I shove down the ties that I’ve worn for too long,

Only it drains even faster.

I drain faster.

The sink is porcelain but it’s stained

with facades and make-believe costumes.

It’s just junk tied with a bow to look nice;

tied with a tie to look professional.

Tied?

Bound.

Won’t the stealer of souls feel stupid?

When he realizes what he stole isn’t worth much;

isn’t worth anything

Truth and Lies

Deep within a darkened abyss,

I lay hidden from everyone I should ever miss.

Lies formed and dwelled within tattered goblets,

before one tipped and the truth spewed out in dread-filled droplets

Golden cup poisoned from a toxic rain

that lay stagnant upon the back of pain.

Thine or mine? One cannot attest.

Not from the origin, let alone the rest.

This dish held my only secret confirmed;

it knew my only weakness and I now I'll be burned

at the stake for my wickedness and my sin.

There will be no song to distract; not even a hymn.

They will strive for a kill;

tear me to shreds, merely for thrill.

Their cackling laughs will fill the air;

with taunting smirks, if they should dare.

Facades of smiles: Deliberate manipulations

Bipolar fits: Angered tribulations

All compiling, formulating a raging storm.

With horror, I wished I was never born.