Mental Flesh
10 May, 2018
Author: Mental
As I cut into
My mental flesh
Words ooze out
All new and fresh.
And as I try to write
In my
Moody twilight
I try to navigate
Through the folds
But my emotions hesitate
Snagging on a slipknot, as it holds.
Am i making sense?
Do i even care?
That faraway response
That i can't share.
Showers turn to storms
Storms makes things unsure
And when the sun finally comes out
There is still no cure.
Tweet |
Comments on this poem/writing:
poison (172.56.4.86) -- Friday, October 18 2019, 03:22 am yep |
|
Click here to read other Poems by Mental
Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack
COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No part of this website, including all pictures and written words, may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without permission of the original author of the work. All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner. All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com so the proper person may be notified.