Glass Boxes

An emotionally distraught free verse.

The world peers at me with eyes too black for comfort.

They glisten like the steel tongue of a dagger,

and they slice through me like one, too. 

All that I think is all that I have,

all that I feel is all that there is,

truly,

the universe outside is a montage of abstract paintings,

lackluster, irrelevant. 

The people point through the walls of glass,

and it is I they observe within this cage. 

A hurricane with skin. A tornado on fire. 

Too unstable to belong. 

Stand back, kids, 

don't feed the animal. 

I gaze back out at them with eyes dead and cold, 

twin pieces of coal,

because any fire that burned for this life

sputtered out ages ago. 

This relentless labyrinth of emotion sprawls through me,

head to toe to gut to everything throughout, 

choking me like a blanket of ivy. 

I thought I could cut myself into the shape they all want me to be, 

but f**k it,

I'll bleed out before they'll ever accept me. 

Author's Note

This is mind puke, so please ignore any grammar issues.

Reviews

[Dutch Jr.]

Mind puke it may be, but great, creative mind puke, I must say lol. A lot of good similes and metaphors, a lot of vivid images. I'm never one to critique poetry for anything, rather just accept it as it is and appreciate it as such. Very nice piece though, one of the better ones I've read on here.

[Falling Leaf.]

Thank you for the lovely review. :)

[DarkRainbowPie]

Some mind puke, is sounds great! I really like this one. The rawness of it only adds to your words and the emotions they release. Great job :)

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

Each poem I have read of yours proves just how talented you are. Your work with dark hues using metaphors is hauntingly amazing.All the images were brilliant but there were some that soared higher than the mountains here in Colorado. The stand back kids reference clawed at my psyche left visual residue in my mind and soul. Your work is dark and enlighting all at the same time that finds a good balance in everything you write.

[GMalloy]

"...and all we writer's do, is to regurgitate our emotions upon parchment in the guise of ink stains, other's see as glyphs, where most, have no idea they have lost the meaning of our reason's doubt, before they ever understood the why..." I really liked it a lot, as it feels more than it says.

ps...no rating, for if perfect 'tis bias, if null a lie, and this work is far from near or below the middling...
take care...

[Haeshin]

A nice use of imagery to describe a state of mind.