Power Overwhelming
Mind spacious, mouth audacious, but inside I really don't feel bold
Linoleum tiles under my feet, I didn't realize Hell would be so cold
The devil's got a gavel that unravels what he sees as justice
muster all my hatred and resentment, anger forms their butress, fuck this
I peeeeel off the sticker on my left breast pocket
The sound of rockets flying in my ears, I heard the pops but missed the shots that brought it
The eyes are hollow, the hair is scarce, the mouth is gaping but not for air
Spittle at the edge of every seige, every lambast
You arrive at my house
Wallow. A mire, Anger. Acceptance,Rejection.
You are an ever-loving piece of shit
I bestow golden showers of piss and hatred
Served warm in every cup while unyielding eyes
watch my every fucking move
Watching
There's no founding for this,
Never once was there ever founding
for this
And a wishful hole
In which you fall
Wallow
Wallow in the mire
Forgive me, I didn't realize you actually don't give a shit.
Linoleum tiles under my feet, I didn't realize Hell would be so cold
The devil's got a gavel that unravels what he sees as justice
muster all my hatred and resentment, anger forms their butress, fuck this
I peeeeel off the sticker on my left breast pocket
The sound of rockets flying in my ears, I heard the pops but missed the shots that brought it
The eyes are hollow, the hair is scarce, the mouth is gaping but not for air
Spittle at the edge of every seige, every lambast
You arrive at my house
Wallow. A mire, Anger. Acceptance,Rejection.
You are an ever-loving piece of shit
I bestow golden showers of piss and hatred
Served warm in every cup while unyielding eyes
watch my every fucking move
Watching
There's no founding for this,
Never once was there ever founding
for this
And a wishful hole
In which you fall
Wallow
Wallow in the mire
Forgive me, I didn't realize you actually don't give a shit.
posted by Stobux | 9:35 PM
1 Comments:
This poem was already up there in early January, but since this is the remix, I tore it down and rebuilt it, changed a few things. The title "Power Overwhelming", literally conveys that I feel overwhelmed by power that isn't my own. Incidently, the initials of the title are who this is about: my P.O., or probation officer. Even though the probation officer is hostile and cruel, you never really focus on them as a person. I set out to write about my P.O., but ended up writing about the experience of being the office, and the indifferent hostility I experienced. I wanted to keep the poem brief, because my stint there was pretty brief, and also because I want to reflect the curt and rushed manner that the system seems to employ when handing out judgements. But after this judgement, you wallow in pointless misery for years. They seem really tedious and pointless, and I wanted the reader as frustrated as I was.
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