Rendered Vocabulary At Its Finest Poem by Robert Beksinski

Unable to breath

Caught by the throat

Drowning in a sea of words

It fills my lungs

Then born into a spoken air

But I am doomed

For the words betray me

I step back to fall

From a pedestal I once sat

To the damned mud that I eat

Or rather that you feed to me

With a forceful hand of repercussion

Until I am fat from my own tongue

Eating myself alive

And sink to the bottom

In a grave of persuasion and flies