Inhale.
Exhale.
Blank.
Sing the demons in the back of your head
To sleep
With soothing breaths
And thoughts of unity.
Do it, do it now!
But I can’t.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Blank.
This sizzling cocktail of sleep deprivation
And manic-depression
Won’t spill through your ears.
Shake it out!
Do it, do it now!
But I can’t.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Blank.
You’re a true hero,
A force to be reckoned with,
A king of kings and a peasant to no one
But yourself.
YOU’RE A FUCKING MESSIAH!
Jesus Christ’s second coming,
Perhaps his first,
You’ve felt it before,
Feel it now!
Do it, do it now!
But I can’t.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Blank.
Water down the black clouds
Settled within yourself.
Concentrate them to the finest
Of blackest ink.
Let it flow thought the veins of your left arm
And into the devil’s hand
Where it'll spill from the tip of the nearest pen
Do it, do it now!
But I can’t!
But I can!
But I won’t!
But I did!
Exhale.
Mitchell Gonzalez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exhale-9/
