How Dare You
I used to have a reason to write
The words came easily
Even if they were filled with pain
Now I can barely muster up these
I can't find the rhythm
I can't find the words
To describe
Exactly how I feel
Because currently
As of right this second
I feel empty
I can't scrape the metaphors
From the back of my throat
Coughing them messily
Onto the paper before me
I can't create the structure
I can't build from the bottom up
I'm even struggling to find
The right words to use
In this measily little poem
I suppose that's how I feel
In regards to you
I've lost all ability
To have any stable structure
In my pathetic life
I have this hole in my chest
That I wish would just heal already
I'm sick of cleaning it out
I'm sick of the ache
The smell of festering flesh
I can't find the energy
To speak
Much less write
And it angers me
That you were able to do that
To me
How dare you take this away from me
How dare you tarnish
The one thing
I stupidly believed
Your greedy
Filthy
Disgusting
Fingers
Could never touch
How dare you
Ruin the one thing
I have left