Disentangle myself
Jerk at my tendons
Stabs in my selfness
My room - stabs, cuts
Punctures
Unwarranted
My self pulled, used
Torn out of its
Shell
It's too much
Anger bubbles up
In my chest
Any tight commitment
Second by second
Step for step
Tit for tat
Curb my room
Thwart my growth
Stifle my space
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poems, Michael!