No Language - Owen

I guess I’m still angry

Still punching walls that look like you

I drop-kicked an old lady

She didn’t do anything

There are consequences

For inactions, too

No common words

No language

I’ve no way to curse you

And your burnt skin

Well, I’m still seeing red

Dropping excuses like dead skin

Ignoring bruises like children

And jumping out of every window

Left open

And catching every branch

On my way down

No ornate tomb

An unmarked headstone

I’ve no place to mourn you

So I won’t

And you know

I’m still pissed

After a life

Tempestuous

And unless you can rise from the dead

I’ll die like this