I'm  gonna Smile

I am not confused or demented.
You have to understand.

I have seen many things,
experienced shit you
could not began to comprehend.

You see, there are these creatures
that lurk inside my walls
and peak in my
windows at night as
I try and go to sleep.

Cruel fuckers they are,
for they want to see me smile.
They never have, so it soothes
their godless souls that I can't.

I dream they pull my covers back as I
slumber and play upon my face with
fingers filed sharper than any razor blade.

I will not endure their stares
anymore, their mutterings and
whispers as they threaten to
unnerve my very core.

Perhaps I shall feign sleep one night
and take my pocketknife on my
nightstand and stab all their stares
away.

But I know better.
The souless have no eyes,
but I reach for my pocketknife
anyways.

and began to carve a smile upon
my face.


by Philip Wardlow