Open For Misery Poem by Marijke McKinney

From drama in the neighborhood
Secrets dangle across our heads
Then to a place with no matter
I strive for a happening

Where, where do we rest our heads
I can’t, I can’t get away
Help me stop myself
Before I devour the pleasured pain

I relentlessly continue
Each move so sickening
But if I were to stop
There would be nothing left

I hate to be open for misery
But I’m always first in line
Taking the punches of my own crime
Help me stay away

I'm so num
With what if's
I just want a place to go
No more, 'I don't knows.'

Where, where do we rest our heads
Before the eager games slips off our beds