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Another rusty knife pierces my strained cranium
My tetanus brain has become a pained pincushion
My scattered skull is weighed down by depression delirium


I can’t hold my head up anymore
It’s too laden with gruesome gore
Teeming with screaming from a silent war
My face drags on the ground as I walk
I conceal the scrapes and scabs as I talk
Tangled once more in thoughts that I abhor


Another dawn to dark in this burning casket society
My brain remains maimed from the knives stabbed into me
Toxic clouds inundate our lives as we all fake being civilized


I can’t cure myself of this toxin
Diseased from the ailing age I live in
Too tarnished by a virulent verity within
Optimism shredded off by a revolting reality
I plow through spoiling soil searching for stability
Mauled in a melancholy time that functions to poison


My smile dismantled
My crying candle


I crawl wounded to the marble town
No one but the departed is around
Wind chimes of woe the only sound
I sit against a crimson, tranquil tree
I wish for a way out of me
I view the markers of the dead
I feel the blades inside my head
I place my hand on the mossy green
Nature wipes my squalid mind clean
Mother Earth and I hold hands
I absorb her cleansing purity into me
For an impossible moment I am at ease
She makes the sinking thinking cease
For an impossible moment I am at peace
Tears tumble down from traumatized eyes
No elixir fix for our morose, modern lives
This moment exits as quickly as it arrives
This moment perishes as soon as it’s alive
My harmed head heavy with noxious knives
In this graveyard my corpse will not be buried
Yet from this place my corpse shall be carried


My mind dismantled
My dimming candle


I think of when we were under the stars lying
You said it’d be the best time for us to be dying
This universe wants to sever you from me
Sunder our arms while we are hugging
These fears send me spiraling
This universe doesn’t care if we end up in a hearse
This perverse universe doesn’t care about you and me
These truths send me spiraling
It’s hard to be mindful when my mind is full
It’s hard to be mindful when my mind is full of the awful
Carve out the eyes
Cleave the membranes
Rusty knives from a heartache rain
Rusty knives make a tetanus brain
Murder this battered gray matter
It’s the only way
A skull shattered
Splattered dead matter
Farewell thought
Resign to the rot
Stabbed and sickened
Poisoned and pained
My life’s flame wanes


My essence dismantled
My killed candle


By Adam Keith McElwain
Copyright Adam Keith McElwain Poetry