You Want Me To Tell You Poem by Richard Lam

You want me to tell you
Words from within
You want me to tell you
Those empty eye sockets
Or those tongueless mouths
Blood slowly soaking the entire room in my last night dream
You want me to tell you
I was killed many times in some strangers' land
You want me to tell you
The sound I hear is the sound
Of terrible pain and agony and young men turning into savages and flying sausages
You want me to tell you
I can't even look at you and love you the way I loved you before
You want me to tell you
I am scared of the moving shadows and the locked doors and the soft sand I tread ever slowly and cautiously
You want me to tell you
I am fighting every minute of the day to swim back to shore
You want me to tell you
My mind is really sick
And my heart is, too