Nicole D'Settemi

Veteran Poet - 1,867 Points (June 25th / Niagara Falls)

Id-Napping - Poem by Nicole D'Settemi

My ID abducted my ego
On this roller-coaster of psychopathy now we go
Down this tunnel, this shaded peephole
Another asylum re-run, another re-show
They say time heals all wounds
I say rhymes heal, and maybe some tunes
Spritzed with a suicidal poetry perfume
Forget purpose, reproduction, and the womb
If I can rhyme about it
Maybe I'll be fine about it
Or maybe I'll be crying about it
And, dishonestly just lying about it
Still, the ego may return
I'm all passion and fire- I burn
I twist, contort and I do turn
Still, not enough to claim the lessons were learned
Feminine scenery, and rivers -
Shredded in Velvety shivers
Take a taste, just a sliver
Body jumps in revolt, and it quivers
A secret embedded from conception
My dueling personas, fighting for perfection
Don't recognize each other in my reflection
Cancel their marriage, the wedding and reception
The battle between animal and man
Refuse to know each other, or understand
The human's design, the mold of man
Unknown territory and uninvited land
Their conflict causes this struggle, this rage
How my psyche ended up in this prison, this cage
I'm the star of a screwed up show, left on stage
Frightened and lonely, please turn the page!
Need a solution before it's too late
My mind and soul just can't seem to mate
Because they are opposites; how can they relate?
That contradiction is what penned my fate.
So I sit here fuming -
Screaming for mercy, somebody tune in
Like both are stuck in a crate there's no room in
A grey cloud everywhere I go, always looming
Which do I fit in? A case or a basket?
As I scream that I'm choking! I holler; make racket
Begging to be laid in the bed of a satin-filled casket
I just can't do it, can't make it, can't last it
One more time,
One final rhyme
I give one more sign
I write one more line…
As my ID suffocates my ego till it's dead
Off with it's bloody, broken head
The war in my mind's finally led
Me to a path, all I see is The Color Red
4 incisions in each chamber of my heart
Ready to do it; the glorious depart
Dying is beautiful, said it from the start
I scream it out loud; opulence of death is an art….

(c)copyright 2018ID-NappingNicole D'Settemi

Topic(s) of this poem: human condition

Form: Stanza

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2018

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