Every So Often Poem, by A piece of luggage, at My poetic side

Every so often, once in a while

I am reminded of my wrong doings

I feel a warm sensation trickle down my thin arms

I am clutching at my hands again

I am dragging myself down

Every so often

I wake up

I realise the days have turned to weeks

I really should get back to my life

I can do no harm if I live the world of a man in his place

Every so often

I reach out

And I touch the white corpse of my body

No longer can I be shown to the world

For the world has turned the blind eye

Every so often

Sometimes I sit and think

I rarely learn

Instead repeating a life without values

Calling the sentence living

Every so often

I get by

Sometimes I even present myself to those who come too close

I open old doors with anticipation of appreciation

Instead met with a voice I know too well

Comments +

sorenbarrett January 8th, 2026 11:40
A poem of being and acceptance of that sharing with those that approach nicely done
MendedFences27 January 8th, 2026 12:07
Dark and lonely. A description of self-inflicted torment. "Every so often," becomes closer to always. If this is fiction, you've created an excellent image of self-deprecation. If not, then perhaps it expresses a cry for help. Either way, your words are moving and powerful. An eerie and frightening poem that delivers, - Phil A.
sorenbarrett January 27th, 2026 12:20
A story of supernatural involvement with death of a mother and visits to the netherworld. Well written

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