A break where no tear should be
It reappears and evaporates so fickly
A sickly sight beneath my skin
I hate it there
Itching and scratching
Relentless
And when the itching starts to hurt
I hate that I let it
I’ve let it fester past a bother
scrunch and knot up tight
I try to untie it
The want isn’t more than that
that’s why I fail
I need the meaning
I need the pain
I need the significance of something lost
So I let it hurt me
Even though it shouldn’t
Even though I loathe what it does
It’s a wall I can’t push past
A symbol of nothing that stands so strong
Because that pain makes it legible
I can’t hold onto the unintelligible
And I can’t let anything go
I turn muddle to rhythm
The music I make to continue
Yet that same music deafens me
I want it to quiet
I want to allow myself to sit in the silence
A simplicity that creates disaster
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Author:
KittyKoala (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 18th, 2022 23:25
- Comment from author about the poem: The last two lines didn't fit, so this poem is left without an ending. Which I suppose goes to the indecisiveness of the poem itself.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
'A yearning that fuels my whims of demise
Crimson words inked by intent's need for self-insurrection
Lost in translating pulsing emotions
To thoughtfulness in abstract meaningfulness
Remnants of unbidden poetic intellect
All that's left, is bombastic contemplations
In all our piecemeal interactions
With a self
Absent from caring too much'..
(forgive me dear Poet
when you mentioned, your write was incomplete
I couldn't help but try and poetically respond to you
and in my feeble way, attempt
to complete the poem that spoke to me
from within your words..
You are a visionary poet
in my humble opinion
and your skill for complex
internal rhyme schemes
aside those more traditional
is invigorating to read
for a wannabe scribbler like me..
thank you! dear Poet
for choosing to share
you poetic genius with us)
Thank you so much for your lovely comment. I really appreciate your poetic response, it means a lot that it spoke to you in such a way that you could fill in your own ending.
I don't think I'll ever receive such a wonderful compliment again and what you've said, though perhaps a little too praiseful for an amateur such as myself, will be the thing that keeps my head up for the rest of the month. If something that came from me has even a small impact on someone, it makes every day a little more meaningful. Thank you, again 🙂
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