September

Let me speak my words

so they do not cry

and bleed into my dreams

when Death be nigh

for all the contusions

and lacerations draw blood

from my veins and my heart

screaming “what have you done?”

I’ve let loose the river

the rage beneath

let it all run ravage

no Will left back to keep

and blinding, confining

bound and gagged for the beasts

noose at my neck

lest the river make thy breath not cease

Lobotomize what I only know

douse me in amnestic medication

make me forget, erase my past

‘til memory be put in cessation

decorticate me and make me new

to something I wasn’t before

make me better, make me worse

someone to love, or to abhor

End my words before they be free

suppress emotion, asphyxiate

and let the river deluge the lands

something Death would officiate

silence the qualm within my mind

the utterance that cries for affection

drop the floor beneath me and let the rope pull

to stop the voices from screaming “what have you done?”