12,000 Bees
Drowned in a spot of water
Rooted deep your body aches
To splice the vessels, which bring
Life to your restless body
Aching to disperse the spears
Of crimson red which secretly
Collude to make you animate
Yet you have been away for years
Upon years only to fake a glimmer of
hope to fool the fragmented
Spirit now only thriving on the
Few seeds you force down to
Relieve the emptiness. Tears no longer flow where
Hysteria Once was perhaps the way,
now numb to the sting of 12,000 bees as the
venom can no longer harm you for you
are now in the cell of the Forgotten Prison.
This poem is about:
Me
My family