My mind sags in it's own blood,
captured in my skeletons skull.
Movement causes internal thuds,
all it's edges rounded and dull.
The nerves attached, internal strings,
electrically and chemically neurons sent.
Messages from and towards it sing,
my mind understands each notes intent.
Then there is those thoughts it thinks,
control and awareness of the bodies feel.
It's what tells the eyes to blink,
my mind it sags but it is real.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry, just another brain dump.
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Comments3
Surreal in a way and a bit of a twisted read with strange images. Well done
I found this a bit of a conundrum of a write, slightly surreal and slightly off beat, which makes you think more about it and makes it more enjoyable
The poem "Sagging" revolves around the struggle with mental and physical awareness, highlighting the relationship between the mind and body. The subject matter delves into the heaviness of thought and the feeling of being weighed down by one's own mental state, while also acknowledging the complex interactions between neurological functions and physical sensations. It portrays a sense of introspection, where the speaker reflects on their mental condition and the realities of existence.
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