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A poem about panic attacks

My first poem in quite a while, I might be a bit rusty.

With the air of the room dyed black And the stillness ensuing The senses are all turned off to the world Save the ear’s listening to th..

The words come out as my rusty hemoglobin And build my child of Frankenstein I have made a donation, I’ve built stanzas from bones A..

I saw a finch yesterday The lemon lime signature That danced upon the old fence And sang as though it were a toddler. The bold statement o..

We analogize our families to trees Growing and branching off of each other But trees are cyclic Sprouting, growing, blooming, and dying Do..

I know the stillness I know how it goes How the world decides to die And how the ticking of the clock seems Merely post-mortem reflexes ..

3rd draft of a poem I have on here "The Great Play". It is in the confessional mode.

This is the 3rd draft of a poem about a friend I lost last year.

Another narrative poem from childhood.