Michael Witkowski

Rookie (14 July 1973 / Berent)


Poem by Michael Witkowski

Disentangle myself
Jerk at my tendons
Stabs in my selfness
My room - stabs, cuts
My self pulled, used
Torn out of its
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

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  • Ulrike Gerbig (1/23/2005 5:30:00 AM)

    I like your poems, Michael!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 20, 2004