Axe Me

Axe Me
 

 

I have an aura of self destruction
That rings me like a Day-Glo halo,
You can't miss it.
Never wanted to be this freak,
The curtain should close,
I have given another wooden performance.
Lacking in sentiment, where is my heart?
It is switched off, bewitched.

 

I swear I'm reading somebody else's part,
I want to tear the script apart,
Supposed to be a hunky patriarch,
Yet I've been cast as a feather weight f****t.

I am still waiting for my happy ending,
Finish me off, thanks for nothing,
Axe me now
I can't take another episode
Of the tragicomedy that is me.

Reviews

[Jim W White]

Respect how honest and fearlessly self-depricating is your work here. Some great rhyme and excellent wordplay ("day-glo halo": I like). It's almost a free-wheeling interior monologue.. thoughts spat out (clearly very natural, having read your bio). However, it's well crafted and well presented; the title worked in subtly and with wit. The compound 'tragicomedy' is a great word. It's a strong, dry, very clever finishing thought.

[Spoken]

I can relate to the feeling of "playing someone elses part"... you read your lines wondering "is this really me?"... too often have i stopped in my tracks while walking aimless performing mondane tasks (laundry, washing dishes, picking up my sons toys from the floor) and had this deep ache in the pit of my stomach. In those moments I found myself saying "isn't there something you should be doing?" but I can never figure out what it is..

I like the metaphor of your life as a play and you've stuck solidly with it throughout the piece. Very unique and well written piece. I enjoyed this!