Extrema

August 12, 2014. I died this day.

For as long as I can remember,
Life had been happening to me.
Led places by the dark chain of my c**k and balls,
Love and death;
Love or death...
And I was lost...
A gastric meander in hallowed prison
Along skies that dropped low...
And oceans...
Water...
Deep. Still. Black.
Snaked off the shores and stood outside my window
Waiting...
The world had concaved

Reviews

[Broken Warrior]

So much with so little. True expression. True self realization

[Jason Henry]

i know i don't log into writers as often as i should. i know i don't check out my requests even less as often. this will make me reconsider my habits. indeed this poem will make me reconsider every one of them. rather than let life happen, it's time we happen to life.

[Emily B]

I feel these words in my own concave way