So... Poem by Annette Aitken
So...
So...
So,
this is doom.
Am I architect of my own downfall.
To close one's eye's, and erase
the visual impact of an uncontrollable
slideshow worming its way deep into
my subconscious.
To reach in and remove it from
it's unwilling host.
Return it to the pits of hell
from whence it came.
Does the world have to
weep and wail for me
to sit up and take notice,
as self-control resumes
normal service.
by
A.A.17
erase the visual impact of an uncontrollable slideshow worming its way deep into my subconscious... is absolutely brilliant. Like to read more of you. Thanks for sharing.
Darkly, disturbingly brilliant. So evocative, I feel something crawling in my head. Perhaps it is your poetry. Perhaps it is my own architect of self-destruction. Again, brilliant execution, Annette.
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5/2/2024 1:30:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A deep, dark and powerful poem with several memorable phrases uncontrollable sideshow. As Susan says, the reader is immediately impaled and does not wish to wriggle off. Definitely one of my favourites.