four sticks

by suicidallyanonymous

mother.
With an obese world
crimping your shoulders,
you shriek
at your delinquent son.

He could’ve been a tower
but he’s burning,
because you didn’t build him
with sincere hands
years ago.

You were perfect
once.

father.
You can carve strength
into my knitting-needle limbs,
but you forgot to breathe
military obedience
into my lungs.

You are vulnerable,
and I am naive,
and the world seems
tainted;
you let her bully you
like a buzzing fly,
tugging at your eardrums.

brother.
I will hold
a blade to your dreams,
because I am bleeding out
malice.

tyler.
If I were a Beatle,
I’d walk a thousand
Abbey Roads to lasso you
a yellow submarine
to stash behind the dark side
of a marshmallow moon.

“I don’t love you
because I need you,
I need you
because I love you,”

and maybe that’s why
I’m amazed.

2 Comments to “four sticks”

  1. Very strong emotional poem

  2. Exceptional metaphysical realities and Amazing word power!

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