Self Inflicted Wounds
Dog’s circle their tails in sickness
to eat the vomit
they just spat out.
Resultant to partial assimilation
of prior acts,
sort of a body language umlaut.
Smoke the stick of cancer,
knowing full well
slow death that it brings.
Eat the salt, fat
and sugar cane
to satisfy uncontrollable cravings.
Living a battered existence,
humiliation
day after day.
Returning to find knuckles so hard,
resistance once burlap
now merely chambray.
Force the beer down
to stop the shakes,
not wanting but having to.
Bloodshot eyes,
hands tremble with sweat
skin having a grayish hue.
Self inflicted wounds,
there are so many
ways to suffer and die.
But like a dog
return's to the pile
and never knowing really quite why.
Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards
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this is really good ron
the self destruction without thinking about the why, some powerful phrasing about forcing the beer down. I see you wrote this in 2007, this is really an interesting read. I've watched the self destruction and you have the picture and convey it well. raskin
WHY
Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
http://trinityinkexperiencestrengthandhope.blogspot.com
"WHY" is sometimes a question I at least have asked myself many times WHY did I do this and that. I sat one day a watched a dog do what I wrote about and I asked WHY as if i didn't already know. Taking a path of self destruction at times is painless for that given moment cause hopelessness and despair numb and cloud judgment .
thanks for reading and commenting
:)
ron