I Am Alone

[teapot]

I was ripping out the ribs
you thought you came from,
sipping on thorn apple tea.
Tore my knuckles down,
bent the fulcrum and swayed in the breeze.
Bit with my dog teeth into your skull,
ripped the pages out and taped them to the wall.
They still meant nothing...
I thought the book had bled
but it was the hole dripping through my head.
Look at me,
I am not an animal
and yet I am.
It's funny because it's so sad.
It's funny because the joke is so dry
you might choke on it and die.
Well, I came to this promised land...
we're in the desert so let me pour you some sand.
I am alone.
I am so alone.
I feel the sword run a chill right through my bones.
I've been staring at this rope for hours now.
I haven't made headway
and I haven't climbed down.
I don't care how.
I am alone.
Nobody sees when you slay time
nobody sees the greed,
oh, it's mine all mine.
Millions of people
and not a single spine,
I've picked the perfect place to hide.
I've picked the perfect place to die.
Pendulum ticking as the flesh begin ripping,
tearing out of this shell,
I'm escaping.
I tried to climb this wall
but I can't get my footing at all,
I feel my carapace breaking.
Let me out of this world.
Let me out of this corpse of a dead girl,
let me out.
I don't want to hear my own heart beating.
Don't tell me life is fleeting,
you don't know where I've been.
Each day is a puncture hole deep within.
And with a jester smile,
I will tell myself
that it's not worthwhile.
Truly, I am alone.
Vultures circling
and I am alone.

[catfish]

Dear Teapot,
I really relate to this bitter anger and the other feelings you express. If only I could express feelings like this: maybe it would help me.
Wish I could pick you up and safely rock in a big rocking chair. And feel calm and maybe even fall asleep. I wish nothing awful had happened to you. I wish I could trust people or feel safe.

Love,
Catfish.

[mercurial rivers]

this is a very powrful poem

we like yer style.....it is hard, embitterd truth

poetry is one of our best 'tools" in which to find arselfves

we rarely write arselfves, but read alot

there is no poetry we cant find SOMEthing to like n relate to

our darker sides currently like charles bukowski quite a lot

but our smalls recently love most " so much depends on a red wheelbarrow......"

anyway....we try to respond to poetry posts.....as they express a particular vulnerability n to NOT find responses can be awful painful

so, thank you for this......it has a beauty all its own.......

hope you feel you can share more of your writing.......

m/rivers