Construction

it’s hot in this room.

in here, i am sweating.

you can pick up a broom.

and at once, i’ll start yelling.

the construction of a man’s soul!

i put down my pen,

that pen evokes hate.

and i pick it up again.

together we take.

one last long look at our former selves.

together we go

but does anyone know where?

i’m hot like a stove,

but i emit no air.

you say that you love me.

your actions state otherwise,

i tend to believe you as walk with other guys.

who is inside your head?

i roast like a fire,

and come up anew.

i have died thousands of times, and so have you.

the bow is ready when you are.

written by Corey M. Rose