Your secrets they've created,
this calamity on my skin-
What's in your cup,
are you drinking again?
Did the moon fall down,
out of the sky?
Is that why it's dark,
and my eyes are dry?
Why are you yelling,
right at me?
If i'm not the problem,
then what do you see?
Are you naive to my anger?
Or do you think It's okay,
to bruise me and mark me,
then go on with your day?
How if I was gone,
when the sun came around?
Would you be happy to know,
I'm finally safe underground.
YOU ARE READING
My Sweet Grave Digger
PoetryI use to have an anger so big, it could fill up any house. Poems from the garage attic.
