BLEURGH

aka Broken Spirit

The feeling when you can't breathe, 

or perhaps you just don't want to...

the gnashing of the soul...

it's raw to the bone, ripping the lifeforce into shreds

it gnaws its way into the psyche, perplexed

asking questions with no answers

it grates and crushes, until the mind is just a grind

broken, fallen down in crevices between pain and regret

half dead, half alive in festering remorse, false hope

a mere whisper of a spirit remains

the ghost of you haunts me...

is it an aberration or finely designed

I  feel I'm going insane, yet I never want it to stop

Reviews

[redflutterby]

a mere whisper of a spirit remains
the ghost of you haunts me...
is it an aberration or finely designed
I feel I'm going insane, yet I never want it to stop

A small part of us does remain in the lives of loved ones. What it is i can't say...maybe energy...maybe ghost...maybe angelic host. While we assume this should be comforting some times its not. Or in your case its a mixed response...both repelling and drawing you. You've released the kraken with this poem. It's fierce honesty can't be ignored, its brutal poignancy is undeniable. You always give of yourself in your poetry...this one was came from the deepest part of you. Thank you for sharing it...much love...

[Frieda P]

Yes exactly Red, it has both effects, which is maddening at best. Yes, this is the kraken, you know it well, seems after our talks there's always a poem to wrestle with too. Much appreciate your friendship and support, you were a rock last night, thanks again my dear friend. Much love...x

[Barbara Walker]

I love those first two lines! I've had that feeling several times! You have agreat talent for describing the indescribable!

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Can't comment more it is beautiful and captivating piece, love it :) too good.

[Tai Ryens]

To abolish the consequences often brings them back tenfold, and sometimes 'tis enough to break the spirit. I myself don't even believe in spirits, but I feel that is the only way to explain the particular emotion derived from the poem. And to top off the sundae of maliciousness with a little cherry (or eyeball, if you'd prefer the gory stuff) in the end. Addiction is real, and I already feel myself drawing this into my conscience.

[Ahmad Cox]

I really love your last lines to your poems. They always speak volumes.

[Frieda P]

I had to double check, ha...thanks Ahmad, much appreciate your reviews, always.

[stephen dillon]

the gnashing of the soul...

it's raw to the bone, ripping the lifeforce into shreds

it gnaws its way into the psyche
perfect i envy you i have fallen behinde on writing and this just reminds me of what i could be putting out but nevertheless,fantastic job Freida

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much stephen, glad you enjoyed it, c'mon...pen something! ;-)

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[kublakhan27]

Until the mind is just a grind...that's a great line, as are all of them here really...I relate to this one very much.

[Frieda P]

Something made me think you would, just saying ;-P

[kublakhan27]

Not surprised ;)

[Renée]

Internal struggles are exhausting..

[Frieda P]

Tell me about it... :-) Thanks Renee.

[icelandicblue]

So true Frieda- life's shredder spits us out and what remains resembles us but we are never the same for the experience.

[Frieda P]

'Life's shredder' indeed...and so true, thanks for this insightful review.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

A battle-royals between the spirit and the sprite...
both tug the silver-chord this way and that...
and one wins just to lose..and the other... loses...to gain:)

[Frieda P]

I know you do that to confuse me! ;-) Thanks....

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

oh no...just read me line by line and u will know .....that im the one....you confused*_*

[Frieda P]

I hope so, I exist to confuse you! ;-)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Why does Lindsey Lohan bring a tear to my eye...i dont even know her...

[Frieda P]

Probably cause she's a lost soul...

[Muse]

because it "Hurts" to look at her.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

All my life it has been Kate Winslet....but I mean...after singing pitbulls rap...i went to see her image...what i saw...hurt me no end...i wish i could do sumthing for her..

[Frieda P]

Can't save the world hun....

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Talkin of kate...doesnt she look a bit like our MUSE here?

[Frieda P]

No but I'm not looking through your neon green eyes....

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

ulp!

[Muse]

Writers on the cafe....let us use our loving energy to try and make you whole....but if you don't accept it....our effors are in vain.

[Frieda P]

Thanks, wait...what?

[Muse]

think about it....no metaphors here.

[Frieda P]

I know I'm hopeless....