Rung Out

unanswerable questions

screamed in dissonant tones unfit for ears

echo around ruptured caverns

Satan tapped a tuning fork on a question mark

and jabbed it deep inside

birthing bad vibes of reluctant resonance

how many more cycles of violation can this

old quivering hulk withstand

before it shakes itself apart

before it crumbles and caves in

taking with it

the journal of abuse painted on its walls

some of us are put here

despite our bravest struggles

to serve as sustenance

for the unconscionable

like plankton

for unscrupulous whales

rungs on demon ladders

taking their travellers straight to Hell

scorched beyond repair

by their passing

so much ash

dropping away into oblivion



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