Poems by Michael J. Malone

Once I stumbled upon an enchanted forest
It wasn't too long ago in the middle of May
Wandering about thinking I was a tourist
Trekking freely stumbling along I must say

This is beautifully stunning I said to myself
For it was on that day face to face I stared
At the crowd of trees like a picture on a shelf
Different with a mental darkness I shared

I ventured bravely into the forest that day
To see what enchantments I could behold
On that fateful day in the middle of May
Thinking pridefully to myself I am very bold

It's what I discovered that was in those trees
Something wrong something dark and very cold
Lay within those trees I never wanted to see
Beckoning to me to see that which I was to behold

Etched here and there, images of memories past
Image after image scars here and everywhere
Tortured representations have caught me at last
Binding me to hurt my burden now I have to bear

A mother's name which symbolizes hurtful words
Said in hate to someone too young to understand
Next a symbol of love in the spring and afterward
Heart broken to pieces it didn't work out as planned

Followed by icons of a map with thoughts of riches
A symbol of life crushed by circumstances unknown
This enchanted forest is only that which bewitches
Nightmarish memories never to be forgotten nor alone

Run away I did on that fateful day in the middle of May
From the enchanted forest of which I didn't want to see
A reflection of my mind twisted and dark I have to say
It was a lifelong journey of what I didn't want to ever be

Ode to thee horrible treadmill
As you call to me to start the day
Have thee no mercy treadmill
Thou instrument of torture today

As I climb onto your dark track
Quick start before resistance wins
Thou spinning tracks now attack
It's time to pay for my eating sins

Oh wow now the speed begins
Too much too much I cry at last
Hear the playing of the violins
Labored voice where AED I asked

Slow down unforgiving treadmill
I despise to be treated this way
Heart rate screams on this hill
The nausea refuses to go away

Resistance is futile in the last
Mile after mile on dark track
I'm having such a sarcastic blast
The mental sanity now cracks

Oh treadmill a tenth left on thee
Each second seems an eternity
Yes! I have reached the end hehe
I now rush to vomit with urgency

Superman's demise is his kryptonite
With the ability to weaken and destroy
But a worse fate exists in this fight
With a greater ability to totally annoy

I'm referring to a whitish nightmare
Often used to package boxes in care
The noise is such a wonderful scare
Loud screeching please don't dare

The very thought puts me into fright
Though masses eat off it in delight
Terrifying noises with no end in sight
Brought too close it will cause a fight

Eliminate this plague I beg you please
It's no more than a screechy disease
Meant to totally annoy in many degrees
My noisy kryptonite for everyone to see

Styrofoam oh do I utterly loathe thee
I wish the entire world would also agree
Horrible noise bringing me to my knees
From you I really want to completely flee