Accumulation...Justice;
Vibes...something like this,
Incomprehensible;
Unmanageable;
Kill, Slice, and Slash;
Down, Hunt, and Growl;
Like a Shadow,
Unable to Glow.
Like a Mineral Water;
Nutritious...never surrender;
Like a Pot of Tea;
Herbal Scent of The Sea,
Lightning...Thunderous Wrath;
Whining...Little Kitten and Pup;
Life...Mess...Unrest;
Wake...Pushed Off...Distress.
Still...Freeze;
Dreamwork;
Ice Cream...Salty;
Melted...Crusty.
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Blessings,
Joker44
- Author: Nafis Light ( Offline)
- Published: November 22nd, 2019 00:54
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 40
- Users favorite of this poem: camille09, Poetic Dan, Zuzanna Musial
Comments2
Loved the ending to this!
There is so much written in your poem. Mental disorder are complex and often times misunderstood. It takes all kind of medicine to try to cure but really seldom is cured. Your poem tells many sides of such hard to manage this disorder. I am often thinking of people who have to live with such illness. You poem is excellent and it make me feel the illness in my heart. You show only some fragments how the illness demonstrates, but really there is much more to it, then this...."Life...Mess...Unrest;
Wake...Pushed Off...Distress."~ Or maybe I am not right in a description, so forgive me...Thank you for posting. Wishing you peace...Zuzanna Musial
You are not wrong at all, actually.
Let's look at it like this:
Let the poem speak to you. So, what does it say? What does it tell? How do you react? What do you say in return?
In a way, it is like:
I am not that poem...and that poem is not me. I made it and I give Life to it by posting it here.
So, it calls out to people and those who answer its calling...reads it, and communicate with it.
So, whatever your interpretation is regarding it is from your interaction with it...and it is not wrong at all.
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Although what I am saying about it may sound like a fantasy, there may be truths to it...and it might spike some sort of creativity and imagination...or even help a bit or more...in your future work...who knows?
Bright Blessings,
Joker44
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