Hunger
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There would be death at my hand; I would kill a cool million if for the sake of satisfaction, I would feel a job well done. I cannot handle these pressures.
Men were not made to be slaves to themselves and their easy devices; women should never have had the burden of bearing a being of pain when a child enters our space to live with us. I used to cry for the children, now just me as a child.
It is okay child that you suffer, for pain is all that there is to remind you of living and breathing whether it be struggling and choking or gasping and dying. All man knows to do is to undo what was dutifully done.
I question myself like a man with open and singing sores - why me? Am I to always inquire for I am never exempt? Not even computers make sense of my sense-nonsense. How come the closest never inquire? In my later age than the time of before, I ask questions in a young and juvenile fashion with an old mind behind the eyes. I receive what I project - disjointed; confused;
Can only a strange and distant woman provide? When the closest has lost her pride in you?
My tears of my tears cry tears for their tears. There is anguish of the heart and of the soul and of the mind like a dirty onion rind and a bastard plan combined. However, I have believed in my worth for decades - all my life.
I can hear my voice loudly and gladly. I know now more than ever that the mouth is simply a conduit, more may be said if there was more to listening than just ears. Like fears and the shears come to clip the heads of budgies for sheer entertainment of the deranged and the demented. It is always about the children.
Somewhere I can hear myself slapping a person in their fat and foolish face. The way they so smugly took advantage of me for my better ways and left me to burn at the mercy of the government devils. I can cast a major legion of doomsday disciples on you just watch me! The end will come quicker than your men, women! You won?t feel satisfied and this time - you won?t care.
This time - you won?t feel a thing.
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© wakefield brewster, 2001-09-28
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