The laughing God

Ruptured spleen and splattered blood
human frailty spilled out for the world to see
a canvas of pain and suffering
walking through streets of midnight
amongst rubble strewn streets
choking on a scream
choking on hope
choking on this thing we call life
dreaming of a place
not here
not there
anywhere but this
this existence
this weakness is
nothing but a joke
and I am nothing
but the laughing God
ruler of blood splattered
rubble strewn streets
empty homes
and scattered dreams
here
at midnight

-Jason B

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