DSM VA 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.
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Added on November 19, 2017 Last Updated on November 19, 2017 AuthorA Glow in the Pit of My SoulMAAboutMy 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..Writing |