Type-Fast-Bleed

by Sam M. Phillips

I’m a severely troubled young man,

What can I do

To prove to you

The trouble is worthwhile?

I force my worst smile,

Dial a number

To talk to a stranger,

I walk into danger,

I cannot sit

Still for even a moment,

The torment of memory

Getting on top of me,

I try to stop and see

Some type of bigger picture,

Do I have a future?

Nothing feels sure,

I want more,

I cannot have it,

Grit my teeth and bear it,

Share it in poetry,

Notoriety I court,

What sort

Of person would read

This type-fast-bleed,

Greed of words

So absurd and distorted,

Retorted argument,

Detriment to go on,

Struggle in song,

Long road,

Heavy load,

Toad crushed beneath feet,

Complete cycle of slaughter,

My condition provokes laughter,

Maybe after

I’ll see the joke,

Up in smoke

As I die,

As I try

Not to act again,

The fact of pain,

Smack in brain,

Strain increases

As desire increases

To go back,

When will you attack

The sources of your problem?

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