Witless,
I need a witness,
It’s like I've been enlisted,
deep into warzone fatigue
where pain gets twisted,
and bombs rain around me.
The bullets are all missing,
but one is bound
to strike me down,
as sure as a clock
will reach up in surrender,
as sure as an hourglass
will end up
just one empty chamber
pointed at my crown.
I need a witness,
fingers itch
over self-destruction
safety switch.
I can't take this,
I need to escape it.
I see my own handwriting,
my name scrawled upon the hitlist.
I feel choking anxiety
undeniably pulling
on my last nerve
The pain is
unjustifiably
relentless.
I need a witness,
someone to see
my last chance twitch.
To see it flinch and crawl.
Hope pinned
in a photograph on the wall,
but the brickwork is crumbling
and like my last breath exhaling
to dust it will all fall.
I need a witness,
the man in black is here
like an afterlife postman
ready to deliver us
to the snakes and the beasts.
Ready to devour on their mortal feasts.
The Serpents and creeps
looking down from their tower.
To the leering old goats
with hooves of fire
pointing towards
the final funeral pyre.
Where a photograph of hope
smoulders, as the ashes
raise higher.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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