i’ve been feeling recently like things i’m not
like a man without a motive
i’ve been feeling like locomotives
crashing and dismantling and then being rebuilt
like an ant without a hill
like a pig that never squeals
i feel like a bird without a flock
like a key without a lock
i feel like a church without a bell
like a prayer i’ll never tell
i feel like a song without a note
like a letter i never wrote
i feel like a regret of mine
i feel like a clock without the time
i feel like blood outside of my body
i feel like a dead body in a hotel lobby that no one sees
i feel like i’m feeling too many things
i feel stepped and spoken over
i feel like this is my coffin closer
my mortal moments are hopeless
when life’s this outta focus
i can’t figure out questions and their answers
i can’t be alone and won’t be someone’s master
“i have an equal heart to everyone’s,”
i tell the goat giving my soul a stamp
“but my sacrifice isn’t blood… it’s loved ones.”
and now i’m free to die in its trap
someone i am, with decisions i made
people should see me now and be not afraid
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jake (Pseudonym) (
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Okay the lines "I feel like a dead body in a hotel lobby that no one sees" and the last line "people should see me now and be not afraid" give your poem LIFE! The first line I mentioned I highlighted not only for its creativity, but also the way you were able to express a human sensation so darn well without directly stating it is ingenious, I really felt that line. Also I point out the last line because the final words "be not afraid" are technically grammatically incorrect, it would normally be written, "not be afraid." BUT, whether or not intentional, LITERALLY TIED THE MEANING OF THE POEM, the sensation of strangeness within our consciousness, CLEVER. So bravo on that. I mean this was so intense and I totally felt your message. I feel like I feel like this all the time. Just a sense of something inside of you being "off" or a sense of always seeing the world a little "blurry." Life is crazy. Great poem! 💖
Thank you so much, your enthusiasm is palpable and inspirational to me. I had written this poem in a stewing sitting and have recently been reading religious and political texts. The 'be not afraid' line i've seen from poorly translated bible quotes in which an encounter with an angel occurs. An angel right in front of me would be little less than paralyzing unless I had already left the lobby. 'off' is a good approximation of how it all makes me feel. Thank you again
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