a bloviating manic-depressive …
squirming inside my skin,
razor blades grating within,
needing to moult once more,
knowing i am a wastrel, a festering sore.
whirling static in my mind,
swirling rainbows left behind,
needing to turn off every light,
knowing i am a stain, a grotesque blight.
jangling nerves shatter my soul,
rhymelessly battering my whole,
needing to flee from all of this,
knowing i am a mistake, hideously amiss.
discordant shrieks assail my heart,
baleful cries rip each moment apart,
needing nothing but desolate space,
knowing i am a shell, a hollow carapace.
wake me up when this night takes leave
thrash me with your words that cleave,
whip me into desiccated formlessness,
for there is nothing here i will ever miss …
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I love your poetry and how it seems to relate to me. You have a passion to write what you are feeling, in such a powerful way.
Don’t stop🙂
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Thank you as always and do stay well and healthy and as warm and kind-hearted as you are.
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He brings out the Senryu in me:-
like is not enough
to imbue my click with care
for the words and man
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As always, I am humbled and my heart is warmed. Thank you my brother
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Whew! That was intense.
As a fellow writer, I need to compliment you on your use of words. I had to look up several of them and I am pretty well-read. No Thesaurus for you, that is clear. You teach me a lot and thanks for that.
Be well.
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Thank you ever so much for your very generous sentiments expressed. I am humbled and moved. Thank you indeed!
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