Potato
January 20, 2007
i have no mouth and must scream
my eyes will follow the knife’s descent
i can only hope that it’s a dream
my skin is tattered like a paper’s ream
i feel every shard, every rent
i have no mouth and must scream
i don’t see any tears that will stream
i wasn’t noticed when i went
i can only hope that it’s a dream
the frothing water turns white as cream
from here the world seems somehow bent
i have no mouth and must scream
my clothes were bursting at the seam
but with no money, not a single cent
i can only hope that it’s a dream
i want to make it over the beam
but no one came from where they went
i have no mouth and must scream
i can only hope that it’s a dream
Ah but it’s safer to dwell in the comfort dreams,
Reality’s the knife that rent’s the poetess’ seams.
deviousDiv
You know I like this one…
Needs a line break between the last two stanzas though.
good poem bro
@deviousdiv: hmm, although dreams and seams don’t quite fit the rhyme scheme(s)!
@anindita: done
@enopep: thanks