mike ruthenbeck


Derogatory Auditory - Poem by mike ruthenbeck

My sandy guts in grinding gyrations
Ache through exhausted yet atrophied limbs
Depressively stagnant inhalations
Preceding confusing mind leaping skims
I ask myself, alone in the dark,
“do I have control? What’s wrong in my brain? ”
Commercially social amusement park
Gaining momentum is hard to explain
Detached, I feel, from the characters’ ebb
And morbidly lost in some sort of dread
Trapped in terrible Ungoliant’s web;
In fictional terms, I’m already dead.
Eyeballs about to explode from my head
As mounting pressure slowly increases
A trillion thoughts are remaining unsaid
I feel as though I’m broken in pieces…
I sit up with a ghost, all through the night;
Speaking from just beyond line of sight.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, depression, fear, fiction, life and death, poetry, sadness

Form: Sonnet


Poet's Notes about The Poem

for the record, Ungoliant is a giant spider that feeds on light.

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/5/2015 6:47:00 PM)


    My sandy guts in grinding gyrations..Wonderful expression shared really with interesting mind.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015



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