it's an impossible game of Scrabble:
trying to come up with the right words
to find the meaning of these feelings
boring a hole in my chest.
brain on fire,
burning the matter into dust.
rusty nails squeaking,
mussing up my eardrums.
white noise,
shattered glass,
I'm the person
who threw the plate on the floor.
I thought it would help me feel something,
but the only thing I sense is the numbness.
a tingling sensation
of scattered body parts,
my floating mind
reaching out
trying to find
the meaning of nothing.
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Boy do I ever feel detached sometimes.. 😔 Hope u are alright! I have smashed stuff on the floor too! It feels good for about half a second! 😅 Thinking of ya and loving this honest piece!!
Sad but beautiful.
Melancholy with a capital S!!!❤️❤️💕
This resonated so deeply with me! Loved this emotional poem!
You still score very high. I've never thought of Scrabble as a metaphor for pain, but it works splendidly. Of course, it's all about finding words, which can be a major struggle under duress. But I was physically attacked once during a scrabble game years ago. I think alcohol was involved. 🥵
This is deep! Your words always seem to reach me on an emotional level. Very well done.
Nice work (several double-triple word scores!)
Beautiful poem. I hope you’re doing well, and if not, I hope you’ll get there soon. In the meantime, I’m glad you’re still creating and sharing with us.
I have a feeling this is about the story you wrote the other day. If I'm wrong, that's a good thing.
I thought it would help me feel something.… such a powerful way of describing sadness and emptiness. It's a horrible feeling.
Lol I usually have so much fun playing this 🤣