Your optimism kills my dreams.
Distant words turn to smoke.
100 dreams, I kiss them slow.
What a scream.
Nothing kills me like the sound of your name.
I’m Hercules of the Insane.
You’re the thoughts behind my gnashing teeth,
The reason I can’t be seen
Wearing these agoraphobic sweaters.
∞
John Jajeh is a junior in Computer Science at Georgia Tech. He enjoys writing poetry in his free time.
