Last Supper

I'm gonna let
my nightmare sing
and let it out
on everything

I'll watch it feast
on broken glass
from all the lies
I still amass

My brackish heart
beats gibberish
to slake its thirst
with bitterness

While nightmare feasts
and day comes night
I'll bid it take
but one more bite

And egg it on
because I know
that once it's full,
I'll bid it go

Reviews

[Zugzwang]

I really liked this one. The first stanza had a great hook that really drew me into the poem. The lighthearted style and the stark emotional landscape really gelled (but I always say that).
The feast metaphor was an imaginative and effective one, I think (eat your heart out).
I related to the experience, I think....for me, it spoke to the catharsis I feel after having gone mental.
Now, if I could just avoid going mental in the first place....

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you as always. Much appreciated. If you ever figure out how to avoid being a nutcase, do pass your wisdom on. I could sure use it ☺

[Zugzwang]

I'll make sure I do but, frankly, I don't much like my chances.

[Gaia Octavia]

Samsies ☺

[Gaia Octavia]

Hera is jealous and demands a poem.

[Zugzwang]

Misogynistic classical poetry challenge accepted.

[Gaia Octavia]

Pleasure doing business