An unquiet mind
festers in my skull
and silently drives me insane.
I want to be numb
and dumb
while sucking my thumb
and denying the blood in my veins.
Is it a feeling?
A lifestyle?
A personality trait?
Stillborn fetus
without a name.
An unquiet mind
festers in my skull
and silently drives me insane.
I want to be numb
and dumb
while sucking my thumb
and denying the blood in my veins.
Is it a feeling?
A lifestyle?
A personality trait?
Stillborn fetus
without a name.
this one is very intersting. i am not sure about yet….
love the secound stanza with the rhyms, and the third with the queastions.
great.
yeah i’m not really sure what this is or what it means. it means a lot of different things. i’ve been having a hard time focusing, so my writing has been scattered and not very cohesive. sometimes i just write and figure out what it means later.
happend to me most of the time…. or someone else reads and shows me things inside i didn’t see. it is another big reason why i enjoy this community of writers here.
thank you
well… you can certainly feel the void…. if THAT means anything, I mean, you delivered it! but somehow I sense the poetry is secondary…. which comes through too.
writing is supposed to be cohesive??? shoot!! I better go revise about 20 poems!! take care! cindy
utopian: i agree, it is great to be a part of this community of writers. your feedback is invaluable!
cindy: on second thought, maybe cohesion is overrated…
I was sitting on the fence with this poem until the last two lines…..Sometimes two lines or even one, well placed, takes something to the moon and back..
Nice!!