Stream of Consciousness Poem

Silver fishes
Silver fin
Golden arrows flying through the sky
Run! Now!
Bullet rains fire storms
Crashing down to earth
From Mars – the aliens are here.
Quick hide –
Run from them.
I think they have love
Hate-love-love
Run! I cannot –
Just scream –
AH!
No – bullets fire rain
Upon the king.
No refuge under the king’s throne
Please save us, king!
Instead his caviar is more important
He is a president of our state of mind
No shame
No honour
No valour
Bravery now!
Why am I called
At the sight of a young boy
Stabbed brutality by his brothers?
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
The lies suffocate
I cringe and spiral deeper down the hole.
Death. Blackness.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s