Congested Without Psychological Rheum

rew4er2nail

 

No antihistamine can
unblock the lifetime
accumulation of stoppered emotional gunk
zapping, undermining, and polluting spunk

mine early life in retrospective avast flunk
stripped mined wasteland qua sinkhole,

where eternal reverberations soundlessly plunk
inescapable deafening, and
blinding this targeted

"scapegoat" bullied by most every punk
wrathful verbal sucker punches,

whereby yours truly habitually shrunk
within himself, yet self actualization
predates how severe

introvertedness doth debunk
the penultimate prevalence that mean kids,
albeit cruel, fiendish, incriminating
ganged accomplices further sunk
this then boy careering

into an abysmal funk
crashing into bajillion pieces
with soundless silent thunk
pitching mental health

(actually entire self)


analogous to comatose
state losing a chunk
of vital growing up years,
when upon reluctant
commencement into early adulthood

debilitating chafing
against self destructive
(mailer daemon) nemesis did brood
apathetic degree of functionality crude
delivering punishing perception,

now this older dude
writhes with lament oft times exude

ding self hatred, especially during
critical years, I denied myself food
never reconciling how affliction

cost development good
and plenti stunted development,
when scythe ying grim reaper donning
trademark black hood
dee metaphorically pinned toothpick

lovely bag of bones fragile as breadstick
easily crushed by madding publick
crowdsource, that slip of a cowlick
my excruciating body electric
demolished with figurative flick

of wrist now shutters hermetic
vacuum sealed "prison" brick

an invincible fortified bailiwick
walled in invisible steely fortress
hardest and most resilient mucous thick
against any wrecking ball.

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 5th, 2019 16:54
  • Category: Reflection
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  • psychofemale

    would care to know some background on this one. thanks 🙂

    • rew4er2nail

      Matthew Scott Harris jade
      did, and upon feasting
      on burnt offerings in full laid
      abdominal bloating,
      engorging, and overly ingesting
      hemlock poison eternal peace paid.

      “Wherefore art those innocent
      and precious days of youth”?

      That rhetorical question
      continues to resonate
      and reverberate within
      (cobweb filled) catacombs of my mind
      with increasing frequency thin
      lee veiled as ear a coy, I feel aghast
      how great intervals

      where in tarred 'and feathered nation
      (feel free and welcome to standing ovation -
      insert and substitute
      favorite expletive f**king station

      without concern to conserve nor ration)
      how those carefree, lackadaisical,
      and leisurely days of youth
      disappear in permanent killer vacation.

      I daresay any satisfactory answer
      can be offered dazed ape
      disbelieving ne'er six times decade
      dirty deeds donned with cheap crape
      adorning dis dude might, akin to someone

      becoming inebriated
      as modus operandi to escape
      within darkened deathly
      divine noose, hence hung
      around naked necked nape.

    • Seek

      I would have asked the same as psychofemale. Still, impeccable rhyming.



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