Poem: Teeth from the Shark

I am accustomed to rejections.

I have not seen the word yes.

I know nothing more than bye.

I made no a word to contest.

The teeth from the shark tears

left my body to bare rest.

The ink dries in the wind

ignore my passing footsteps.

The flashbacks aren't dead

my childhood lives in the wrecks.

I am directed to rejections.

I have not seen the word yes.

I know nothing more than bye.

I made no a word to contest.

The hands have not hit

anticipating shock to the chest.

The paper has not torn

I can see what word is left.

The cracks are not healed

the dry patch seen on the decks.

The ears hear the time,

slow ticks stop at one sec.

I am visible to rejections.

I have not seen the word yes.

I know nothing more than bye.

I made no a word to contest.

The eyes can see the end

though the tunnel is not red.

The beast eats the ego

maggots run up in my head.

The pain sea through blue

speech drowns in the end.

I know nothing of myself, but

the no I know.

Mohamed Writes © 2015.