Hardly Poetic Poem by JAY WALK

Hardly Poetic
When you ask me to
sit and "pen down" depression.
My words not pastel waves anymore
but thunder and crashes; storms and seagulls.

Hardly Poetic
Penning down the
stares upon this body,
Memories stuck in abandoned corridors;
Howling rumours resonating bleeding cavities,
Bloody dodgeballs, and-
(shh...not the compass scar)

Hardly Poetic
You asking me to pen these
down for a lousy price,
using flowery words and fancy vocabulary.
My memories aren't branches
basking under the sun
but roots my soil chose
to bury deep within.
Yet this- my sole catharsis:
Silk curtains barely holding my hounds back.

Hardly Poetic
My first heartbreak
(Surprise! Not a boyfriend!)

Feral outbursts of heavenly madness
uncontained by dreams and duloxetine;
Leaking into reality.

Hardly Poetic
These wailing stanzas- full of mistakes,
repeated paragraphs and recycled words.
My

DARLING LETTERS OF FURY

Hardly poetic, don't you think?