Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Cherry On Top
My feet cold,
Standing throat
Deep in an ice storm
Of regret.
I substitute
Tears for words,
Let the drops
Speak volumes
As they slide away.
The snow feels safe,
Hides me from
The fate I will suffer
Once I smile.
I knew there would
Be no singing.
My secret too
Malicious to say,
I drop the suicide and
Throw the sorry away
Like garbage.
9-28-10
Standing throat
Deep in an ice storm
Of regret.
I substitute
Tears for words,
Let the drops
Speak volumes
As they slide away.
The snow feels safe,
Hides me from
The fate I will suffer
Once I smile.
I knew there would
Be no singing.
My secret too
Malicious to say,
I drop the suicide and
Throw the sorry away
Like garbage.
9-28-10
Comment On This Poem ---
The Cherry On Top
The Cherry On Top
