Dig Deeper

January 29, 2015

I turned off the filter you happy now?

That I look like a mangled, deranged ugly cow?

No. Dig Deeper. See what I see.

A volcano range of red hot pimples?

Oversized white girl dimples?

No. Dig Deeper. See what I see.

Fat tissue and blood and nasal glands?

Smelly feet and clammy hands?

No. Dig Deeper. See what I see.

Don't you get it? How can I dig anymore?

Am I an Echo? That you gods simply ignore?

No. Dig Deeper. See what I see.

There's no point. Don't you get it?

Am I Sisphus? A Rolling Stones, Wild Horses, Regret it?

No. Dig Deeper. See what I see.

Strip down all the layers. Now, what is left?

Do you see Aphrodite, Bathsheba, Amoret?

No. Dig Deeper. See what I see.

I see nothing. There's a void, all around, don't you see?

A void that can't be filed by anybody!

No. Dig Deeper. See what I see.

I'm done with these games. I'm done with these lines.

All I see is a girl. She looks perfectly fine.

She's nothing special. No sight to see.

She is just me.

Happy?

Something wrong with this poem?

Submitted to a slam

“#NoFilter Scholarship Slam - CLOSED”

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