A Caverness clastrophobia
of a large, dark room.
Walls caving in on my brain.
Scars on my chin and hands,
Pitting out what is now my screaming confessions.
Pissed off at a world
I never saw,
Disappointed by a ghost
I never talked to
(And who never talked to me).
But now,
Longing for a glimpse,
A word,
But aware of the desolate reality surrounding me
here,
Now,
broken in 1 half,
The other having yet to be found.
That poem has been resting inside of me for a long time. felt good to get it out. i wrote that this morning while writing in my journal. It had been over a month since my last entry. needed to catch up. i like posting here cuz i always hope people give me feedback, good or bad. i like to hear what people think so feel free to praise it, condem it, or just don't care at all.
of a large, dark room.
Walls caving in on my brain.
Scars on my chin and hands,
Pitting out what is now my screaming confessions.
Pissed off at a world
I never saw,
Disappointed by a ghost
I never talked to
(And who never talked to me).
But now,
Longing for a glimpse,
A word,
But aware of the desolate reality surrounding me
here,
Now,
broken in 1 half,
The other having yet to be found.
That poem has been resting inside of me for a long time. felt good to get it out. i wrote that this morning while writing in my journal. It had been over a month since my last entry. needed to catch up. i like posting here cuz i always hope people give me feedback, good or bad. i like to hear what people think so feel free to praise it, condem it, or just don't care at all.
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shera:
hmmm....you are from Reading??You poor poor thing.....I know how it is...
boondock_saint:
bad ass poem. boondock saints is one of my all-time favs too. rocco is fucking hilarious.