I Am Not Poem by john o'connell
I Am Not
I am not
in control anymore;
unidentifiable powers play
with the furniture
of my brains.
I must go on,
I tell myself,
there are things
that need to be done
but to what end?
elements
vomit
the putridness of pain's
existence
down the bows
of my sinking ship
as a scream
turns into a gurgle
before
it has really got under way.
Intense, provoking, simply incisive. Your ideas cuts through and the chosen words bring vivid images to life, a drowning experience and loss of control. Very crafty! 10+++++
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4/25/2024 8:01:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
like a good rap song but not a senseless one...