ArTkY_
04/24/06, 03:31 PM
I wrote this about a day after I found out my friend got into a car crash and was in a coma... hence the first two lines. While the whole prose may not be about that, I was pretty upset and angry, so you can probably feel that through the piece. I feel like this is about human nature from the eyes of someone violent and falsely accused. I like it a lot, which is rare for me, but to each their own.
One day you're asking a kid how his weekend was
The next you're visiting his comatose body in a hospital bed
I swear I had nothing to do with it,
yet they continue to stare at me with their accusing eyes
One can only take so much.
Those faces,
as clear as an exploding bomb in my mind
were covered in fluorescent white lights
and painted with imaginary blood
I'm a fairly violent person, you see
We all are.
I feel its human nature to want to kill
the beast just has to be kept down
Until it bursts out one day and BAM!
You're labelled as a maniac, a killer
Not me, I'm a liar, a faker
One day, this will all be considered fact
and I'll be saying "I told you so,"
Until then I'll keep hoping and
maybe start going to some anger management classes
Fin.
My first prose type poem ever. Don't hate.
One day you're asking a kid how his weekend was
The next you're visiting his comatose body in a hospital bed
I swear I had nothing to do with it,
yet they continue to stare at me with their accusing eyes
One can only take so much.
Those faces,
as clear as an exploding bomb in my mind
were covered in fluorescent white lights
and painted with imaginary blood
I'm a fairly violent person, you see
We all are.
I feel its human nature to want to kill
the beast just has to be kept down
Until it bursts out one day and BAM!
You're labelled as a maniac, a killer
Not me, I'm a liar, a faker
One day, this will all be considered fact
and I'll be saying "I told you so,"
Until then I'll keep hoping and
maybe start going to some anger management classes
Fin.
My first prose type poem ever. Don't hate.