Society's Nutcracker: A Poem

Scott Bauer
I feel the twisting of my mind

Beneath my skull

And it's so hard to try and hide

Cause it's all plain and dull

So I will take all that I find

Stuff it inside

Because when I'm dead I'll have the time

To breathe in the outside

The bones pop and churn apart

Jigsaw fallen from a table

The pinkness underneath - the mind I carry

Looks pale and grey versus the fable

They come quick and long -long pins in hand

Sneak and prick my brain

They joy in the sight - the contortions of a man

Feed do they from the sight

Screams fall short of helpful ears

No sign of relief

Only, can I, loose the tears

Like laws onto a thief

With an eternal sigh of self pity

I wish for death

But no one from this city

Will ever care when I have left

Published by Scott Bauer

Novelist, poet, and an average guy who has happened to have done more than most. Now taking the time to figure out just what I have done and why...  View profile

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