
Hammers of a Gluttonous World
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.
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.