Ink talk

down the rabbithole

When the octopus crawls across the leaf of the tree 

The feelings flow so swift and free

I’m lighter now 

I’m lifting higher still 

Higher and finally I reach the sill

I climb out of the window and onto the roof

And this release to write is purer still

I could cry 

the letters would fall from my eyes 

and I’d wipe them away and throw them into the sky 

 

I want so bad to escape ...

It hurts so bad 

So I take this octopus 

By all 8 hands 

I let him spit it onto the page

It takes all of the pain

And all of the rage 

So I don’t hurt myself 

Bleed all over my life

I write it all down

Then re- sheath 

The knife

  • Author: W.R Zelman (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2019 07:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: Writing helps me release the pain of traumas I have had in my life and stopped me committing suicide and self harming particularly when my father died. Writing was and always will be my saviour
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • sylviasearcher

    Keep writing 😌

  • Neville

    Yes, keep writing.. this is the first poem of yours that I have had the pleasure of reading so far, and am sure it won't be the last... a most original write.... Neville

  • dusk arising

    Confrontation of your deamons, kept at bay with a pen, mightier than the blade.
    Long may it be for you.
    This piece is all of these - sad, deep, entertaining with it's creativity and uplifting.
    A gift to us poets who scrawl our heartfelt pains onto the page/screen.

    • down the rabbithole

      Thank you so much, it’s so nice to hear people enjoy my poems and i’m Not just a crazy person with a pen haha!



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