#WritcoPoemChallenge
Tick tock goes the clock,
Tick tock, it's time to take stock..
of the morals we share
don't stop
oh no don't get lost
it's not a test to see who's the best
it time
the time is here
don't brush you ethical crimes under the chair
let's be fair
as we take stock
you said you took her by the hair
presenting yourself in stripe underwear
a sight you only share with those you make care
confusion erupted when you shoved her in the chair
I'll say that was a moment in a day
take stock
in the lack of moral judgement you displayed
month was may I'd have to say
the time of the Taurus stampedes through
as you cheated the woman that made you beef stew
devoured braised meat as she grasped at the sheet
you tied bravely around her neck
what the time again?
have you lack of motivation
sin?
inventory control is what we know
a tool to explain loss and gain
as we take stock
you may feel dramatic shock
that you could create so much pain
.neither here nor there as you share
the loss in your eyes as confession flows deep
tells more that your mouth alone
to your knees you drop
to the sky you scream
but no one offers you space
disaasociative disorder plagues your day
as passion morphs into shame
love becomes toxic
I it doesn't end on time
shudder to think
you've lost part of your mind
you may lay In. that coffin
I chose to remain alone to think
drink
if I never get to respond
a soul list before it's time
a woman who held me and had pride in my stance
demolished me with lies. and diregard for last chance
I sheug
can feel lack of love
best of the best
foot fist and famine
a culture it shaped
when you are let in and comfort abounds
peer through the blinds
and see who's around
the shadows I see
have not settled down
from heaven to earth
from slapstick to clown
you're best efforts
took some of us down
contracted a spell that made you cause hell crushing dreams and hope that others
could get well
I sit by candle light
running fast from fright
because I lack
notion of suspicion bcomes a. common place to rest.
head drooling on her chest
I hope she allows me a night full of bliss
slide me a kiss for I know not of my return
the ashes exist after the burn
smoldering are some of the lessons you learned
brush your teeth as soon as we leave
dont you look back
forget all the trash
don't mock a shot full to enough hatred to stock on the shelves of my heart
stop people feel obligated to do what seems best
Consider this as jest as I push on her chest
" push harder:
I see a baby arrive,
covered in feces and flesh
my child has lost all respect
a criminal test
we jest
as those who lost time
find their dreams poisoned by damage control
take stock in this mess
grow pride in your chest as you tighten the headlock and rip her blue dress
confess