Angry, sorrowful, petulant, and shameful words-
the epitome of my existence and
the thread that unravels me.
How has my life become so uncontrollably dependent upon my words?
Poetic, seductive, malicious, sadistic-
I’ve dazzled and demeaned a multitude with
the power of my words!
Yet as magnificent as they are, as awesome as they may seem;
my words are my prison- crafted from my own acidic tongue…
Pitted and decayed from the ground up;
my cage is nigh-unbreakable:
a swiss cheese of steel teeth, rusted gums,
and covered in the grime of verbal ichor congealed over the ages.
I lick the wounds of mounted apprehension-
a sandpaper salvation combined with a unique brand of torture.
To free myself from the cage constructed by
my own failures and broken promises,
I have to construct another, of truth, of honesty-
and of overbearing sincerity based on the concept that soon-
soon, I might be free...