Underestimated

 

 

Will I ever stop asking questions, spewing nonsense

and regurgitations of thought, bleak incoherence

Come into the darkness, this hole where I reside

The eager biting tongue of lonliness, where even

whispers sound like screams

Follow me into the unexplored, the yet unatoned

Your heart is a serpent, squeezing my lungs with

charcoal smeared perspiration

I'm leaning with that billowing architecture

the kind that only resides here, among

the filth...this hole is becoming

in.esc.ape.able.

 

Drugs shall be my deliverance, a calming

repertoire of opiates and lithium

 

Hold your tongue and count to ten

 

We're all winners here.

Author's Note

...don't fuck with me.

Reviews

[J.M]

I love it - especially the bit about 'your heart is a serpent. I can really relate to this poem and you described the emotions very vividly.

[Brittany W]

Short and brilliant, amazing work.

[Nate E. Flake (Cösmic ..]

I can feel where this poem is coming from, but not personal experience. I just can connect with the message and its vibe, if that made sense.

[Isolophobe]

Either you're writing this with a dictionary at your side, or you're just that f*****g perfect with words. There are a few lines here that I swear I know the sentiment of allllllll too well. And for that reason, I loved this.

[Tate Morgan]

Yes we are bravo

[Marie Harrison]

Cool poem. It's brilliant