James Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

James



JAMES

The nights and days with the thousand knives,
Your voice with a loud incoherence,

What can life mean if there is a thousand devil in your heart what damage construing, if you saw the forbidden hell, in your own haunted house,

How many ghosts scare your wits,
Gentle brother James,

You'rethe best fairest handsomestbrother of the seven,
What incoherent twists of a screw did your surreal mind suffered like heavy metal,

That casts you as an outcast,
Now the the world is a twisted tongue,

engage in horrendous harangue,
And hours from daylight you must engage, answer to your own devil friends,

And mind what must schiozprenia do,
Unleashed havoc in this defenseless sibling,

Youngest of the seven and brutally insane.
Youngest and did not survive,
A brain of deflects, a brain of stardust's,

Thursday, June 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: disease
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