Nailing words digging their nails within
The core of heart beating its last breath,
Gasping upon silent screaming silence,
As if live stole existence in a whimper.
Nails creasing the fabric of nerve ending,
To rip you apart, to tear you down to size,
Bringing tears that tears your insides out
Expelling last breath of sanity’s insanity.
Naked striped bare darkness sunshine,
Veins bleeding dust bowl howling winds.
Decomposing moisture of haunting skin,
Skeletal frame stagnating into evaporation.
Dessert of live deserted, never having lived.
Space emancipated from a flower turned weed.
Nailing words of an epitaph left vacant.
Grave name with only a beginning and an end.
With nothing in between to write about,
What reflection does time nail your coffin in?
David L. (D.Lester) Young 05/18/06 ©
De-Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company