The Meatball
Swish swish stab.
A burst of sudden pain.
I see the tomato sauce
Squirted in a circle around me.
The porcelain plate cocered in red.
The stainless-steel fork
Jabbed into my head.
This is the end
I get lifted high above the others,
Out of their reach.
Black as night,
Evil as the dark lord Satan
Is the dark abyss in which I am doomed.
There can be no return.
Crunch crunch.
This is the end of me.
A meatball with nothing left to look foreard to,
Nothing to cherish on his own,
Nothing to even call his own.
This is the end.
I am nothing more.
(2014)
This poem was made for a silly english assignment
