i’m receptive
and i’m alert
i can feel it
cause it hurts
i can feel it
want to gnaw at me
i feel it to
the very core of me
i can feel it
deep inside
i can feel it
where i hide
i can feel it
rasp and saw at me
my epicentre, my chi
the very core of me
i can see it
i can hear
from deep
inside a tired jeer
i still don’t know
what i want to be
and that eats inside
the very core of me
and then there
are the things
that this bout of apathy
seldomly brings
i don’t want to know
i don’t want to see
things inside i despise
the very core of me
these cold moments bring
a very sobering chill
expect that i choose
not to die on this hill
i don't know if i can take
anymore of me
a small volt just to jolt
the very core of me
i had it together
at least once or twice
held lost by a will
easily given to vice
it’s so much easier
to let it all slip
and simply not be
but that would destroy
the very core of me
.
.
an up note,
and then fadeout
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
Comments (3)
Whoaaaa, this was awesomeeee! Powerful and relatable as well! Oh and I love your bio!
Sick poem! Terrific song. Don’t thing I know that group but reminiscent of some other groups from the 90s. Do you just do stream of consciousness and whatever flows? Or do you plan your pieces..
exit, stage right. You are on fire, my friend. Another excellent piece