Self-Burial Poem by Troy Cochran


Rating: 5.0

I am already slipping out of my control;
Already tranced; already dreaming;

And haven't even gotten into bed
And pulled the winter snow around the caverns of my head.

It will catch up to me.

I am already giving precedence to the new ideal.
To hell with the environment:
I am envisioning a new and better Real.

A hundred trivialities rush in at me,
The petty doubts and worries beady minds are prey to.
But I am out of tolerance for these.

My life was dead; my people buried me.
I've found a hole to get me out.

I'll come back for you.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,october
Kumarmani Mahakul 24 November 2017

Envisioning a new and better Real is wise ever and this is interesting. While people blurry someone this is so sad and life gives fleeing of dead is thought provoking. A hundred trivialities rush and petty doubts and worries surround. Autumn comes and goes giving many promises. Brilliant and excellent poem is well penned.10

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Fog Runner 01 November 2017

A hundred trivialities rush at me, The petty doubts and worries beady minds are prey to. I am out of tolerance for these I adore what I have just read - WELL DONE.

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Sochukwu Ivye 31 October 2017

This is a piece of glad tidings of a great victory. Resurrection in other news. Bravo to the human form once drowned, once buried, once concealed, etc. but now on an elegant move to an elevated stage. Congratulations.

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