Body

my insides are disturbed

the warble of the quiver

in passing i am mute

within i am a shiver

unfurled i am a block

a writers own remorse

a drug to help me pass

the beating of a horse

ghost or am i muted

the grey is fuzzed and wide

its bruises leak that ocean green

just hiding whats inside

darkness eats the boat

the water was a friend

but now it seems to run amok

its arms part wide to end

escape? a laugh, im gone

no evil leaves a trace

and as im bloated lying there

expectation takes its place

a body on the shore

my teeth did not survive

you had hoped for so much yet you find

i never was alive

#poetry