Gepeto’s Third Creation Poem by Jeph S. Walker

i feel splintered.
breaking off in
a million pieces.
dont even bother asking,
just take a toothpick
from my body.
your will be done.

as i lay
i struggle to breath.
being crushed
by the wieght of everything.
everything that is being
placed on me.
by so many who feel
it needs to rest on
my broken chest.
all of your will be done.

i feel splintered.
jagged pieces of
my body jut out.
i'm the wooden man.
carved of flesh.
put your chords
through my skin.
pull the strings
and i will follow
all of your commands.
your will shall be done.

as i lay
i struggle to breath.
being crushed
into a jelly.
spilling and filling
through every canal
of my brain.
let the conclusion be
your will be done