Jeremy Willson

Gold Star - 5,929 Points (10/12/98 / Brandon, FL)

Mister Masochist - Poem by Jeremy Willson

A ramen cup half spilled, noodles splattered on my art
Tears dried up half emptied, scattered from the heart
Drowning in actionless notions of self improvement
No matter how perssistent I am in my intent
Blank sounds, expression through bitter platitudes
I can't take it anymore endearing it's worse than solitude
I see it in their eyes as I stare through to their soul
Pride consumes me but self absorption corrupts their role
They're not meant to play the world, just me
And they have done a fine job of that admittedly
As each time I blink I sink into the abyss much deeper
I'm up to my neck in doubt, it weights me down like an amateur
I truly can't swim so there's no point fighting the depth
The only serenity I'll find is in my final breath.

Topic(s) of this poem: serenity

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 12, 2018



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