mr. stark, i don't feel so good

what a pretty hate machine.

hate leaks like fire

from my lips

yet i've said nothing

only thoughts

i tell myself

these are thoughts

spiked with napalm

cutting flesh 

like a razorblade nightmare

ripping every fiber

of the already fragile ego

i've got blood to spare

i reassure myself

and dive back in

always a glutton for punishment

because pain 

is the only thing i feel...

these days

Reviews

[Britt Foster]

Great imagery! Really shows the depth of pain and how difficult it can be to experience. Our thoughts can really work us up — reminds me of the phrase, "you must learn to control your thoughts or your thoughts will control you". The feeling of thoughts holding onto the narrator in this poem, controlling and punishing the vessel, is tangible.

[dillonjensen]

Thank you so much for your review. I really appreciate it.

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like one whose inner pain is so great it cannot be felt except as rage. Hope this person doesn't own an AR-15.