Group Subconscious Poem by Delilah Miller

Thousands of voices,
in the unlit part of the city,
called out
to foretell the empty choices
left to green monsters,
blue veins and arteries,
grey eyes full of dust and burs,
and oily red lips, no longer in a pout.

Someone paint glow-in-the-dark,
all across my desperate chest;
No, I didn't understand
the buildings falling apart,
gunshots self inflicted then hidden away,
cracked asphalt,
watching the stoplights crash down where they may.
It was too painful to put out my shivering hand!

Yes! I waited in the shadows,
rubbing my aches,
to plan a first victory
or let the clouds kiss my nose.
I wasn't going to be a monster,
but mystery led to a huge beast, Doubt.
I won't remember how the church song goes.
All I've waited for so honestly patiently,
is that SOMEONE
just stop the hurried decay surrounding me.