Dead Flies

poem by: Nemo Nemees
Written on Jun 08, 2019

Words are complicated.
often I find myself wanting to explain,
The troubles I'm going through,
The troubles your a part of.
I often want to understand,
I often want to explain,
What it is you do to me. 
But all I manage,
Is a mouth full of flies.
Dead flies. 
Dead-
Dead-
Dead -
Flies. 
I'm choking on death,
In the happiest form. 
I'm choking on freedom,
That gets ripped away.
I'm choking on all the possibilities,
That get squashed ,
By the title of a short life. 
I am choking on flies,
I named one after you.
Others did as well. 
But you named most 
After me. 
I am suffocating,
 on dead versions of myself ,
And that seems right,
Yet so wrong. 
Because I do not know,
why ,
these dead flies ,
Fill my mouth. 
I do not know,
Who ,
Put them there. 
For all I know 
It could've been you. 
For all I know, 
They might not even be there.
For all I know,
We are all ,
Dead flies. 

 

Tags: Sad, Rhyme, Anger, Metaphor, Depressing, Confused, Pain, Dark, Imagery, Hate, Abstract, Fear, Weird, Deep,

 

 

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