Table of the Worthy Poem by Caelum1Infernum

Table of the Worthy Poem

by Caelum1Infernum

It’s so heavy,

So hard to breathe.

I’m losing hope,

Losing life.

My spirit floats—

An empty, strong shell left behind.

So many want me,

But I don’t want them.

They call from afar

With honeyed lips,

Offering their bodies.

But we all know—

It’s a trap.

They suck your energy

With their lying mouths.

They say, “I have a hard life,”

Yet they travel,

Wine and dine,

While I sit beneath the blazing sun,

Trying to carve a new path

With bare hands and blistered dreams.

They say, “Fear the ghosts,”

But the real monsters

Walk beside us.

Backstabbing,

Lying little shits—

Smiling up front,

Bitching behind.

We wonder why

We never rise.

How do we climb

When envy builds walls

Around every inch we gain?

No one speaks of the cost,

Only the shine.

They all disappear

When your pockets run dry.

But once you’re full again,

Suddenly—

They’re your best friends.

A cruel cycle of shit,

Where worth is weighed

By how much of you

They can use.

The moment you say no,

You’re tossed aside

Like rubbish

On the street corner.

And I wondered why

My breath feels so heavy,

Why my heart caves in,

Why my spirit flees my body.

Then it hit me—

I’m surrounded by vampires.

Energy-sucking motherfuckers.

And I’ve let them stay.

Sigh.

Damn, I knew.

But I gave them chances.

How dumb of me.

No more.

Now is the time.

Not tomorrow.

Not next week.

Now.

No chances.

No beggars.

Only warriors of life

Shall dine at my table.

If you’re a coward,

A weak little shit—

Go dine elsewhere

With the weak.

You do not

Deserve the same table

As me.