June 9, 2011
By , La Mesa, CA
i scream as i throw the plates
letting my anger out on the floor
the foundation never to crack
i melt as the last plate shatters
sobbing into the tiles
holding my body together
my hands clutching my chest
screaming wildly at the thump
i will the beige boards to swallow
my body and take it away
but to my dismay it stands strong
seems to be the only thing
the bottom of the room is taunting
happy to be safely steady,
yet we wish to fly until the ceiling gives
the room holds a melancholy air
blowing around emotions
swirling them until you cant feel
tragedy crowding your thoughts
forgetting the love
remembering the loss
and the grief that followed
your life tumbling
like dominos on a hill
collecting at the bottom in a
scar that wont heal

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