Build Right

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, May 10, 2010.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I will drag you out of the woodwork
    silent as a wraith and half as kind.
    See through me
    beyond the world.
    How quaint.
    That I have ceased existing.
    Watch closely
    the art of flagellating invisible flesh.
    I give birth in my vicious sleep
    to a vast new world.
    How I crave a sleep which is a vast unknowing.
    How I crave a little sleep
    without this knack knack knattering
    at my window panes.
    You make me fear that I’m insane
    because I see the world this way.
    Because exhaustion nips along
    when I should be careless and
    a mindless mass of fancy-free.
    I am not that person.
    Most days
    I would if I could but I can’t.
    I am sick to death of being lost.
    Of wrestling fear
    with all the miscellanea of living.
    Maybe this isn’t for me.
    Just breathe.
    I don’t know if I’m built right for this.
  2. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    Very expressive. No one is built for this.

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