Frayed like the edges of a scab
I blink the rash into a bright red frenzy
Here it is
that frustration again
the mounting build-up
thundering, hammering, crushing
The edges are fraying under the strain
I wonder what this is doing to my head
my heart
my life
Half-moon impressions on the heels of my hands
neat little teeth-marks
furrowed brow
clenched jaws
How do you let go
and
just
breathe?
I'm choking on my own empirical disdain
for my lack of anything resembling humanity
Your opening lines: "Frayed like the edges of a scab
I blink the rash into a bright red frenzy" as well as
your closing:"I'm choking on my own empirical disdain
for my lack of anything resembling humanity"
Dead on! How do you let go and just breathe? Age old question,
that in despite of all the knowledge in the world still proves to be
a difficult task when we are in our own way(or in our own shit). I can relate!
Wow this is just splendid. When we write exactly the way we want and how we exactly feel then we all can relate or feel it. it is always an indeed pleasure to read your poetry especially ones with so much meaning and easy to understand. Keep writing and nevaer stop. Love Aleja Bennett.
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Your opening lines: "Frayed like the edges of a scab
I blink the rash into a bright red frenzy" as well as
your closing:"I'm choking on my own empirical disdain
for my lack of anything resembling humanity"
Dead on! How do you let go and just breathe? Age old question,
that in despite of all the knowledge in the world still proves to be
a difficult task when we are in our own way(or in our own shit). I can relate!
Regis