Brittney Karasek Poems
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The Death Of A Loved One.
Everyone but me,
they're all able to cry.
It's like a poison,
bottled up inside.
I'm the coward,
when afraid, I will hide.
I can barely breathe;
I'm told I'm choking.
On the outside I fake it,
On the inside I just can't take it.
The Space Syringe.
The lights were waving as we left.
Leaving the past behind and dancing into the future.
The night's cold air lingers on my skin,
chills me as we ascend.
I see another world hurtling at us
as we shift into another version of ourselves.
A colder version, with less emotion or thought.
We flit through these images as we're reborn,
and we know hell has served us well.