Hammers of a Gluttonous World

Hammers of a Gluttonous World





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​By: Kosative D.

The hammers but pound
              pound on me deep.
Oh hectic the sounds,
              they put me to sleep.

They whistle in waves
              slapping my chest.
Twice to the grave,
              to that lonesome rest.

Yet how many times
              can a skeleton bare--
The gluttonous heaves
              from the world out there?

For this is the question,
              what matters most?
A fractured expression
              or a sledgehammer ghost?

And isn’t it most exciting
              these poundings!
While in the dim lighting
              you’ll find all of us drowning.

Drowning in the seas
              of what we thought best.
Our fatal disease
              we kept locked in our chest.

Love, my darling,
              ‘tis a heart hammer choke.
It does nothing but anchor
              what is trying to float.

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