Richard Steinmueller

The Pit Of My Stomach - Poem by Richard Steinmueller

The pit of my stomach is filled with an ocean under a storm,
Waves crashing the walls and overturning inside me.
I want to rip skin.
Tear out my insides if it means,
It’ll make room again for my necessities.
Forget about all these anxieties
Containing me.
Confining me.

I’ve had enough of the third spinning wheel,
I can’t go on not being the one,
For once let it be.
For once I need some space to breathe.
A breath of fresh air.
Ten seconds just isn’t enough.
Whether deep or shallow,
They fall short when it’s over.

I find myself paddling in the pit of my stomach.
All this darkness turns to red I think I’ve finally found,
The courage to slice open all that is surrounding me.
Cutting holes in the walls,
The air begins to pressurize.
I’m stuck in the red undertow.
Will there ever be a way to escape this?

Now lost yet no longer confined,
I am drowning in my own blood.
Nowhere to be found.
I don’t know where I am.
Back to where I started,
Out in the open for everyone to see.

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  • (12/8/2009 7:23:00 PM)

    Great read. Stunningly dark and yet, being out it the open, at least you can breath easier? sprang to my opening mind. Reading this, was almost like watching someone being re-borne.

    That pit is a pitiful and horrible place. You describe it so well here.

    Smiling at you

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009

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