Checkered shirt
Buttoned tight gripping the neck
Squared body with gorgeous black
I feel suffocated.
Muffled voices
As cows cud crisp corns
Crouched in poodles of blood
My limbs get numb
Wet newspaper lying unread
Under the weight of empty coffee cups
Headlined; “Headless America heading for heaven”
Who are the unfortunate people?
My head down in shame
Squeezed frame
In the polished rectangle of glass
Stands short leaning against the void
Boiling within is the Sisyphean chants
My heart is about to burst;
Peace; where are you?
headless America heading for heaven! good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Search is vivid, sometimes we hate ourselves, to live like others, it's suffocating, true cute feel 10 perfect