Rip Away the Words

I am my own slave

Not yours, my own

 

I take the lash for no other

Yet I feel its sting just the same

 

Wandering around inside of me,

Every little incessant word ripping at my flesh

 

Jumbled and jostled inside of my mind

Every little nuance from whence I find no reprieve

 

I hope to inscribe upon this screen

Every little piece of perplexion wrought

 

Dare I try to wait out the tide

Dare I hide from torrential tombs

 

I go where no word has gone

Finding it feeble to resist the write

 

I am enslaved by words that in me decay

I am my own slave, so to paper and pen I stay.

 

 

Reviews

[johnnyqueer]

This is fantastic! I can relate to this piece.

[Ronn Michael Salinas]

*incessant...jumbled...jostled...perpelexion(?)...torrential :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I felt the anguish in this write!

[Ripple of Aqua]

Tumlt of emotions and expressions making it quite intriguing to read over and over again.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Cool. I feel the emotion of this one.

[Lily Mae]

This is so awesome.. I really enjoyed reading this.. You have penned the feelings of a writers peril very well..xx

[Enigma]

Superb work. Paints the picture of emotions and thoughts surging inside and decaying for the want of expression which becomes a need, rather than a desire. Well done!

[joshua deathdealer]

Nice work. I enjoyed this dark and enticing piece.

[Don Shaw]

Wow great work here, very deep.