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

Purgatory

 

I reach out
grasping
but there is nothing to hold onto
Falling without end
The wind tears my skin
again and again
Purgatory is within
There are no boundaries
between past and present
A cycle of fear and disgust
played out, no control.
I empty out through blinded eyes
and overflow, choking on the waste
of memories.
Freedom only in death.
Life only in forgetting.
Can’t forget. Still alive.

-Jason B