I'm Stuck Something Stupid

Part of Part II of a Autobio. Poetry Book. Part =Intervention Stage

battered soul

torn open

vivisected

for examination

words, questions, poke and prod like

needles

into soft flesh

but it doesn’t stop it’s like they’re

spies,

devoted to a cause unknown.

WHAT DO YOU FEEL?

THINK?

I pause and

blink.

It’s

jumbled,

I

stumble.

The tears flow�"

today’s a no go.

 

I’M STUCK SOMETHING STUPID

 

Author's Note

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