all rejection of the world
left me without any score
whatever I’m trying to achieve
melts with a strange kind of breed
galloping, neighing, and screaming
a whole parade of insults about me
the worst kind
because concealed
from the rest of the world under a thick veil
trapped in a narcissistic net
beware who wants to enter there
without the rightful tools
assigned to work
during the hurricane’s greatest swirl
and no matter what summersaults
I try to do every day
I see that there is nothing to compare
with this constant energy outflow
steeped in malice
all as one man
conspired, conspired
and then forever attired
in these
impossible anti-human skills
***
Thank you for reading!
If you liked this poem, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
You can find more poems, stories, and articles by Mescaline Brisset on my Vocal profile. The art of creation never ends.
About the Creator
Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
Find me on Medium
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insight
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Keep reading
More stories from Mescaline Brisset and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments (1)
Mescaline Brisset is not accepting comments at the moment
Want to show your support? Send them a one-off tip.