I think it might just be that I am very tired, have popped a blister on my little toe for the third time, and that I am just very tired... yeah, that's the ticket.
I admit that I clicked on this because of the image of the tree.
I admit that as I read through it, I did so with a bit of cold disdain. You can only feel bleak for so long before you kind of start feeling bleak to everything.
Well, then I hit the last pair of lines. My nose twitched a bit. My throat got a little dry. I felt the sucking of my sinuses way back in. My left eye quivered a bit. I tasted salt...
You threw us down the stairs. You calmly walked down after us. Then you kicked us in the gut.
I think it might just be that I am very tired, have popped a blister on my little toe for the third time, and that I am just very tired... yeah, that's the ticket.
I admit that I clicked on this because of the image of the tree.
I admit that as I read through it, I did so with a bit of cold disdain. You can only feel bleak for so long before you kind of start feeling bleak to everything.
Well, then I hit the last pair of lines. My nose twitched a bit. My throat got a little dry. I felt the sucking of my sinuses way back in. My left eye quivered a bit. I tasted salt...
You threw us down the stairs. You calmly walked down after us. Then you kicked us in the gut.
How many times have I just wanted to find a silence in a place such as that picture. This poem is the perfect example of such a place. A place where alot of people would like to go to where there are no problems, a place where one can think without all of the stresses and noise of life. Nicely done!
First of all.....beautiful picture. I can sit in that all day....I love trees. Now...onto the piece!
WOAH. Very hard hitting piece. This is as raw as they come, in my book. I love the way you write about this topic, very original. It's a haunting piece that is staying with me more and more after each read. A little close to home, though not today, but many yesterdays. I love this piece; in fact, I'm faving it. Great work!!! Glad you unburied it from the crash - well worth the dig. ; )
I could have written this. Did you steal it from my mind? LOL
I love this. It's going to my favorites.
It reminds me of bipolar or depressive thought patterns.
Like when you are trying to sleep and this is what you get
I sit in silent contemplation.
A million thoughts, images careening
through my mind.
Some stop, hover for a moment
and forgotten pain sets in.
Buried at PhotoCasket
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