Salvo Of Ink

A salvo explodes

modes we are in.

I concede a devil,

found me again.

I’ll supply banter

to be turned page

by your hand I’m

in a world of rage.

I’ve got opened a

wound of a past.

Drowned whisky

finds a mind fast.

I don’t know what

to do with all the

pain falling down

exploding in ink.

Fire battalions of

words battle soul

of the devil reach

he does to control.

I’ll not let it fester

me to rot all away.

I’ll beat it my heat

on a page to stay.

Expose me naked

disrobe show fire

where ink I sweat

lets speech retire.

Drowned I am lie

I do to myself sly

tactics I’ve used to

kiss hurt goodbye.

I’ve not sweet an

illusion of passion.

My past is rotting,

in painful fashion.

Trick the senses I

want fluid flow in

places of old hate

tear layers of skin.

The pain is real it

slaughters a lamb,

for our god who

allows hurt stand.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Many of One says:

    That ‘god’ you speak….sounds more like a description of ‘man’ to me….

    Liked by 1 person

  2. kyleoyier says:

    Love the poem

    Liked by 1 person

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