Generic

one 
rasping 
throat-ripping 
scream. 
head drumming 
against rock, 
no forward progress. 
needing space 
i cannot find, 
regardless 
where i search. 
indictments 
of – what? 
iwish to god 
i knew. 
if not for the pen 
i would surely 
lose my mind. 
i do not understand 
from where your 
suspicions come and 
your compulsion to know 
everything 
in my head. 
i covet the relief 
ascream might provide, 
directed at this abysmal 
life i seem ordained 
to finish, despite 
the misery; punishment 
so obviously 
deserved. 
if i had a clue 
as tothe transgressions 
that purchased this 
treatment, 
for which i must 
beg in some secret, 
unknown way 
and 
about which i have no idea, 
perhaps i could alter 
the taste of this 
bad and bitter bite. 
 
 
©tlp 2010