my tongue is too big for my mouth, <br />I suffer from lock-jaw. <br /> <br />the words have been nurtured, <br />like seeds, matured and ready for harvesting- <br />they've rooted themselves in my stomach, <br />now they've outgrown their pot. <br /> <br />they flutter around inside of me <br />searching for more space- <br />driving upwards, tickling my throat <br />making me uneasy with nerves <br />too numb to vomit. <br />I swallow and force them back down into damnation- <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />ariel view from my eyes scope, <br />I am so far up here and these meanings <br />are so far beneath me now. <br /> <br />my heart has wintered some, grown weary and destitute. <br /> <br />do you love me anyway? <br />in-spite of my dark sighs? oh God! <br />how I love it when you cry: <br />the sky opens up, a looking glass reveals <br />the hours of our death sentence- <br />these our the nights of our lives. <br /> <br />you are my only redeeming quality, <br />that I need you and I lack nothing- <br />that I love you, though I am lightless. <br /> <br />all these knotted words, so sick to go unsung, <br />so diseased to be unspoken, <br />lay limp and on the verge- <br />just as i.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-eve-of-extinction/
