A Slew of Poems Unrevised

Cries That Don't Sound

Flip the coin to see the burden wrapped in golden voile

Flip the coin to see the sufferers tears collected in cups

Flip the coin to see the other side of the green bay

Flip the coin to see the gunk on the highways hidden

In the corners where the homeless people stay

Covers I lay in folded

Folded like a clenched fist

Folded like a clenched fist

But the screaming never stops

Spirits yell for me to become

For me to become

The savior of my own turmoil

But I can't seem to get out of my head

Now my stay has been wasted

Gray matter laced in broken bottles

The immoderate emotional baggage

Lugging on

Lugging on

I try to drop the bag

To spill the remains on

Sidewalk streets

But now the world is hot glued to my shoulders

Trying to use self-pity as an excuse

For the markings on skins

Wanting so badly to exhale

In a moment

Is impossible

Because we're constantly being pounded by bricks

Throwing stones for our so called sins

We call ourselves disgusting beings

With hearts hanging

Low

Dusting the avenues

Too hefty for the others to carry

Illusions that...

We all walk alone on the path way of struggles

And perception is the glass that keeps us all from knowing

That the one next to us is hurting too

So the crying you heard in the courtyards you pretend they are just cats meowing

Forget

Please forget

That people are slowing dying

Of diseases that don't show on their face

Of diseases that don't make us cough but make us

Harden

And Bitter

And angry

Secretly we try to tell the neighborhood

That our hands are drenched in wet waters

That our heart is soaked in ammonia

That our throat is closed with rocks

And pebbles

That our eyes are cut out and roaming

Everything is hurting

Everything is hurting

But no one can see it

No one can feel it

No one wants to say it

But everyone knows it's there

Social interactions are fake smiles and hellos

Because everybody is uncomfortable with the demons

That hide behind them

Flip a coin

Flip a body

Turn it inside out

To understand what goes on deep with the

Psyche

Of a human

But only when they are dead?