depression floors me like a pugilist
swift uppercuts drills my manic dreams
weird faces chew upon my vision
bold extremes, hard swinging fists
bloody lips, loose teeth and winces
and a heavy kneecap to the nose
electrodes placed at chakra points
chemicals swirl into a frothy dichotomy
its snarling dogs interminably chase me
its dark hooded figures watch me weep
clambering to look down from up high
people are flecks of grey on canvas
songs oddly house lyrics degrading me
I can hear the whetstone on steel
as the hunters sniff out my scent
bells toll, knell, beleaguered and surreal
Sophia Grey
10yI really do love the way you write. Your poems have something in them that never fails to engage my heart and my mind. This poem is no exception. The language of it speaks to me, it feels like something lost returning, bittersweet.
Lowercasemmmmmm
10yThank you, that's an unexpected compliment, I never really see myself as much good. Its very nice to hear that you feel that way, I find myself captivated by your poems, also. You write beautifully!
Sophia Grey
10yThank you! I must say it is nice to know that someone who's writing I enjoy so well, can also gain something from my own words. Please continue to share your work here!