Disrupted Clay

Itching, clawing, ragged breathing.

Barely containing the rage that’s seething.

Out of the pits, I crawl to see the day.

Looking at my hands, disrupted clay.

Screams are useless, deafened by silence;

Thoughts morphing into acts of violence.

Who would listen to the desperate words I say?

I came from this earth disrupted clay.

Bathed in the ashes of polluted soil,

The sight of my face makes me recoil.

What should have been skin now wreaks of decay.

Flesh no longer exists in this disrupted clay.

No love, no peace; only a burning primal desire

To purge this distorted shell with fire.

My mind is strung out in disarray.

Abandoning all reason of thought within this disrupted clay.