I chew on steel
I spit out nails.
I spit out fire I
walk by myself.
I speak in rhyme
in what I write.
So that ears will
feel some delight.
For the course I
walk same as you
scalds the skin I’m
branded no shoes.
Glass on ground
my feet pass over.
I reach into grass,
feet step in clover.
I smell gasoline I
will scorch earth
for something new
conflict I do birth.
Here I’m not calm,
for you here respite,
from the devil in me
I put up not a fight.
Chaos gives life it
sets motion feelings
that sends reverbs
and begins healing.
Conform I will not
in days in crazy haze.
Life has turned black;
to fit in I misbehave.
Still the steel I feel
bend under teeth
does burn eyes I do
peer from for relief.
Am I a robot same
as you I will not be.
I walk alone so I can
from the outside see.
Great poem! Sometimes a new perspective is what we need!
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Many thanks!!
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