I bathe myself, but retain the sin.
Baptise me.
Please, don't look within.
Tell me then, what I feel.
Or which ones are real?
Pretend that you know.
Feelings dissected
Needs rejected
Keeping eyes straight ahead
Ignore what may be found
I slept content
On the frozen ground
Satisfied that is where I belong
Always felt
More wrong then right
Days full of pain
give birth to same.
I knew then
that I was still alive
Much more to fear
of the
numbness that comes.
Switches inside
going off, going on.
Pain to nothing
Nothing to pain
Cut me...
Would I bleed?
And numbness my friend
shall always interceed.
Thank you for giving me a recipe for looking at myself. Love this, Robin. Well done indeed. Join my friendship ring... ...please. Love and peace to you. Regis
You Will Bleed,i.e. In Retrospect Whole Idea Is to Thine Ownself Be True --To (God)--Make Your Amends Now Fore Morrow You May Never Awaken But In Only In That Mourning!
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Extra well-done write with vivid verse, rhyme, and imagery - outstanding!!
Blessings,
Robert
Pat.
Done good Write!
TRASK
The lines,
"Switches inside
going off, going on.
Pain to nothing
Nothing to pain"
Really vapture the theme. Enjoyed.
Thought provoking write Robin.
Lisa
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a painful write--but a necessary cleansing of the soul--well done
keep writing, keep healing--
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(