Violent Blood

by Sam M. Phillips

It’s all utterly absurd,

I don’t think you’ve heard

A word I’ve said,

I can’t get my head

To obey my commands,

.

Sands of time,

Thick with slime,

Are running through this rhyme,

Grime gathering around

The edges that are found

In the tapestry of mind,

.

Trying to find a reason

For yet another season

Of slow sadness

And dismal distress,

I can’t give you the best

I have to offer anymore,

.

My eyes are sore,

My ears falling away,

So do not play

Me a happy tune,

It’s too soon,

And no great boon,

With ecstasies deployed,

Will be able to be enjoyed,

.

I’m so annoyed

At all my failings,

All my wailings

Drive us all dense,

There is no sense

To my lost voice,

.

Do I have a choice

About how I feel?

Or about how I deal

With the emotions that flood

My virulent, violent blood?