Eating Itself Until Dead
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, October 21, 2004
My mind,
(my mind, my mind)
I don’t think
it’s doing fine.
(not doing fine)
It’s ripping
itself to shreds,
(to shreds)
it’s seeing
in blacks and reds.
(black and reds)
My mind,
(my mind, my mind)
I don’t think
it’s feeling alright.
(not feeling right)
It’s dripping
its insides with dread,
(with dread)
it’s eating
itself until dead.
(until dead)
My mind.
(my mind, my mind)
I don’t think
it’s doing fine.
(not doing fine)
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/21/04
Share
Print
Save
*shivers* this is haunting, especially with the contrasting emotional war within yourself--POWERFULLY written
i hope everything's okay, like lori said--if you need anything, write me, i'll answer
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
The title made me think "CHOCOLATE-CHIP-COOKIES"
lol!!
Minf Bogging Write...sounds like my husband {repeating himself}
Love Tinka