One Poem by Steve DeMoss

Quietly Shattering

I find myself to be the only antagonist.
With a tomahawk between my eyes
and a coffin buried underneath
the tongue in my mouth,
I speak with skeletons
yet think more with an embryo,
positive and negative.

That is all there could be.

And it seems to me that
the greatest minds ever have been
just as troubled as they have been brilliant,
the way a light bulb breaks
to the floor when dropped,
quietly shattering
in a room that all along
has been lit with candles.

{Poem by Steve DeMoss}