errightA Poem by kmartella poem for everyone who wants to listen.
i miss the old word processor and before that the type writer and before that my valuable notebooks. i was crazy once and sat in the middle of my family writing social philosophy rapidfire
every word leading beyond to ideas each idea so great i couldn't catch it by its big toe before it ran off the page
then i would go out for a walk day, night anywhere through the woods along the polluted river behind our house
arrived once at the railroad tracks where the trauma inside made everything, the big stones of the track roadbed, the sun's heat, the rails rolling out in both directions
press me to nothing, complete nothing unable to speak know comprehend only that i was about to be reduced by my mental illness
into a pill
sitting on the edge of my bed taking my pill i would take once a day without a smile on my face.
© 2013 kmartellReviews
|
Stats
197 Views
3 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on June 1, 2013Last Updated on June 1, 2013 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|