A little meltdown
I did just meet,
Would not set me down
Onto my feet.
I did just meet,
Would not set me down
Onto my feet.
It tossed me and turned
My smile around;
It stuck me, it burned,
It will resound.
My smile around;
It stuck me, it burned,
It will resound.
It twisted my brain
And knocked me up;
It drove me insane
And did erupt
And knocked me up;
It drove me insane
And did erupt
Into phantasm.
The swirling sign—
Broke through in darkness—
Shades what was mine.
The swirling sign—
Broke through in darkness—
Shades what was mine.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am currently working on a major poetic work, an epic horror narrative poem with intricate meter and rhyme scheme, and this process has been both challenging and rewarding. This little poem here captures a bit of a metldown I had during one of my writing sessions. #ItHappens
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Comments4
It does reflect the issue of melt down well. Very nice
Thank you! Glad thought it worked and enjoyed it.
Slightly more than a dissociative spell then?
I must say your write plus picture left me feeling slightly…Vague memories of similar many moons ago.
Hahaha! Slightly. Thanks for reading and commenting.
A fine write T. Erm, I'm not exactly writing a major epic, but shall carry on poet-ing!
Oh…please do! Thank you so much for reading and commenting! Much appreciated.
a most impressive write Tristan.
thoroughly enjoyed the read.
Thank you, kind sir, both for reading and for commenting. Glad it resonated!
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