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
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Author:
W.R Zelman (Pseudonym) (
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
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Comments3
Keep writing 😌
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
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.
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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