Your Lips, They Breathe Of Rebellion Poem by Meredith Marie

your biting back your words,
throwing back like cough medicine.
and your empty tears,
a pathetic lie
why should anyone believe
your cry?
your eyes..
they tear of insanity
no one will hear
leaving you another white dash
insignifigant, noticed by none.
your nose...
it wreaks of disaster.
your alone in this hell...
a one man army against every grain of sand
your mouth, it tastes of unhappy.
depression,
pain,
broken promises
leaving you a broken jigsaw
with not a guideline
but a single, gnarled key to oblivion.
will you choose to use it?
or will you swing from your
monkey bar days
in silent prayer for something with substance..?