‘Who Am I’ Poem, 20/09/2015 – random poetry

Your knowledge is my hollow depth,

Your thoughts bite my skin with their salty critique,

Your eyes lock my mouth: their isolating stare into my nothingness,

You say that I’m your Sin.

Your hands rattle my cages,

My ribs paint violet and blue.

I can’t escape from your vice,

Why must it have been you?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s