It Felt
A bit like . . you know
it felt
something like
wanting to put cigarettes out
on my body
a coat of many embers
...
it felt
something like
a lash across my back
a sharp brutal split second infinity
pain for it’s own sake
...
it felt
something like
my own dagger
buried, twisted deep in my chest
and another in my back
...
it felt
something like
a furious slap on the face
powered by so many confused emotions
and a fresh dollop of the latest hate
...
it felt
something like
confusion and madness
bitterness and sadness
in a thousand crazy directions
...
it felt
something like
something very precious broke
a thing of periodical fragility
damn near irreplaceable
About the Creator
Brenton F
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Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned
So, here’s me sitting on the 7b bus heading into town. I shouldn’t be on the bus. I don’t want to be on the bus. I should be on a bike, legs pumping like pistons. The freedom of the open road. Direction where the tyres press, as the poet said.
By Brendan Donaghy6 days ago in Humor
Comments (5)
That was dark, and here's hoping it feels better today.
It felt like everything it felt like in your poem. This resonated so deeply with me!
It felt brutal and almost like self-sabotage in a way. Incredible use of language, 'a coat of many embers'. Just damn.
But how does it feel...now? Excellent work!
A coat of many embers. Whew this is hot. Excellent