Lying On The Therapist's Couch Poem by Justin Tallman

Lying On The Therapist's Couch

Rating: 4.5


Coming off the chest
and through the mouth
after a million
(probably billion)
hours
of self denial
of disastrous smiles

Can I now
fully commit
to admitting
This is hell?

The face
I grace
always stood
in the way
shooting sighs
that pierce
like armor
piercing rounds

The same old skin
The same old stare
The same old
same old
If I shrieked
would I finally
have a life?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Connor Whyte 07 December 2012

This is really good man, different but good.

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Edward Kofi Louis 07 December 2012

You will surely have a life. A nice piece of work from you. Thanks for sharing it with us. E.K.L.

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