I No Longer Love Myself

Beneath the clench of my jaw

Lingers the taste of either blood

Or sweat--

I suppose the delineation

Is trivial.

My heart beats a bit

Too nervously,

And my skin feels

Too tight;

It's difficult to

Breathe.

I'm trapped

Within my own body.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

There are worse places to be trapped, young poet.
All you have to do is reopen even the most tepid of conciliatory negotiations with yourself, and before very long, it will be "Home Sweet Home," again.
This poem is certainly stunning and projective of HD imagery; demonstrating great talent; indicating greater promise. But your recent lingering flirtation with apparent self-loathing and utter futility is becoming a bit disturbing.
Lighten up, Ben. Billions of people on planet Earth would ever-so-gratefully change places with you.