Fist Full of Bones

Woke up covered in earth

Face down

Disrespected

Full of remorse

Unwilling to repent

Have forgotten yesterday’s existence

Tired

Tired of so many things

Tired of the daily fray

Rattled

Vibrated

Shook

Memories in such a deep sarcophagus

I’ve written words on these inside walls

Read them

Overground procession I never wanted

A reserved tomb

An accident waiting to happen

Insects chirping

Evening falling

Inappropriate touching

False feeling

Counterfeit belonging

Swollen

Skin peeling

Sewn

Shattered pieces

Sadistic

Scratched entrails

Broken children play their games

Destroyed parents weep their tears

Silent winds whisper their secrets

The offering of the serpent

My fist clenches the dirt

Syringes in my thighs

Encephalitis in my head

Not going anywhere

Stayed in limbo

Static between worlds

Of art and love

Under the newspaper’s coverage

Disregarded

The yearning was my greatest infection

Got me burned and got me buried

Betrayal was venom’s new trick

As I descended into darkness

Kept my teeth in a locked safe

Swept up the loose fillings

Threw fresh logs onto the fire

Bones made for hire

Fist full of bones

Ready to eradicate

Eat my tasty flesh

Belly fat, brain virus

Jumped off the building

Heart’s affection

Drain my cerebrospinal fluid

Absence of mind

In constant battle

To create an honorable exodus

Dressed in a suit

Without knowing the day

Binding ring, forever I do

I took the obscure path

To avoid the judgement in the valley

It was my false devotion

That took me to an early grave

Allow this madness to recede

Let the depression hide 

Carve out my eyes blind

Death certificate signed

© 2025 David Greg Harth

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