Somethings
Jey Paradox
Something coughs inside me,
Sharp and scratchy,
Crude and weak
I feel a cold black finger
Pressed up hard against
My cheek.
Something lurks inside me,
Drowning down and
Breathing near.
Its dried-up lips are tickling
The inside of my ear.
Something screams inside me,
Banging, banging on the door
Something seems inside me
To be asking me for more.
And something is inside me
Living comfy in my chest
This something inside me
Will not let me have my rest.
Something talks inside me:
You are nothing, you must change
And the melodies inside me
Are both perilous and strange.
An alien’s inside me
Cracking hearts and breaking bones
An angel is inside me
Shielding me from all their stones.
This something deep inside me
May not crouch beside your gate, and
This something deep inside me
May be full of love or hate
And
This something deep inside me
Is ambiguous, it’s true.
These days it wants to take me down
And start me over new.
This something deep inside me
Is ambivalent, it’s true.
But it is comforting to know that
I see good somethings in you.
