Posts Tagged broken man

When it Hits Hard

When the empty comes back, I ask
what’s wrong, try to breathe big air

in, and the air won’t go. The medication
makes me feverish but it won’t fill

my hole, and nothing is allowed into
my empty, so I think about how

smooth death might be. This ugly,
bald survivor with whom I cannot talk

squashes energy death requires,
so I am a broken man, empty,

and I wonder why empty causes
such excruciating pain. I wonder

why some power will not end this,
long for courage to find violence.

Pass, pass, pass, pass, please.


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