Your boot is pressed against my neck
While you peer into the horizon,
A beautiful symphony of warm and cool colorsĀ 
Creating a mesmerizing dawn.
My gasps of anguish are muffled by your song.
I don't know how to get to my knees,
Let alone stand, but I'll try.
My face grinds against the ground
Attempting to make sand of stone.
You press down harder against my neck.
The pressure is astounding,
But all I can feel is comfort.
My nose breaks and bleeds against the earth,
But all I can feel is love.
This will never not be my reality,
And I can't wait to live it.


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Tue 30th Apr 2019 19:15

Hi Eric, it seems you be a new poster, in which case welcome! I am intrigued by this poem- it is a kind of nightmare of suppression and almost masochistic in tone. The endurance of such torment is welcomed at the end, so we are left in some doubt, but that could be just what you intended.


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