Ulcer

(You brought me a)
soft blue light to take the edges off
this cold old room piled high mainly
filled with my big black bed
maroon curtains
pulled dangle just enough to brush
my forehead make me
suck in a breath in case
they saw and know
which room...in case the
judgement starts again, pictures from
the National Geographic taped up Mars
to protect me from the glare of white
off white brick walls
to hold me. Third floor bird song
naked tree branches lean across
my window, hands across my stomach
kneading
open wounds, distract me from the fear
ticking in my chest. Paranoia making me count
the breaths, caught early
the fear swells and slips with
every drip of our old tap
in here. Our cave
Alone, today
can you hear me?
 I ‘m too scared to touch the floor 

Reviews

[Ruminating Archaeologis..]

there's a lot of simplicity to your poetry. I like how there isn't much punctuation- sort of stream-of-consciousness style. The words flow (to me) like the panning across a scene in a movie.
It's factual and to the point, but the emotion's there, too.
Great piece. Keep writing.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Wow.

[...]

. you are brave ... a true survivor ... a magnanimous poet ... nobody dare judge you ... that universe that resides in your words is yours ... you need you and you are there for you ... i need you and you are there for me too ... my hero and my inspiration ... it's magical ... the way you transform life's most painful impressions to write such remarkably sensitive poetry ... it aches ... it proclaims ... it reaches out ... and i think i'm very fortunate to read it ...

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The first couple of lines just blew me away and I knew I had to read this. I was right. I know exactly how it feels to be one who cannot remove themselves from the shady old nooks on paper street. You imagine it's so peaceful to be dead because everything is so alive around you and you don't have to indulge in the masquerade any longer-- you're terrified to come to the crippling truth and take that one, final step away from escape. To live with feelings is far less painful than to live in blind dystopia. This was my interpretation and how I feel about it. Wonderful write. You have such a beautiful play for setting. I'm quite envious.