DSM V

DSM V

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My Soul

“Not doing” is not enough. 
It doesn’t reflect the turmoil raging within 
Doesn’t mirror the cracked ribs 
shredded lungs like vintage lace.
It doesn’t show the burning folds of my brain 
the raking of my liver. 
IT IS NOT 
the raw wet venom lurching 
cresting at the top of my throat. 
How. Much. Longer. 
Do I beat the walls back as they continue to close in? 
Why does everything turn to poison once the clock strikes the hour? 
How can I be so far away...
Every morning is potential and new 
Each night remains the same, desolate. 
I’m a steam roller stuck in reverse.

© 2017 A Glow in the Pit of My Soul


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A Glow in the Pit of My Soul
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My Legs Can Barely Hold All My Heart & Soul. Live Tall, Live Loud, Live Wide. I was born an old soul with a fresh face, and a knack for taking whatever is in front of me and creating a mast.. more..

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