Rehab

It's not one of my favorite. I try to set the bar high for myself and my writing but I think i might have missed it on this one.

Probleming your days,

everytime I try

I force a hand

down my throat.

Bleeding

these ruins

into something

that will never

speak.

Forcing

my will on you

to make me

whole.

Breaking my eyes,

storming inside,

inside the washed away,

inside the old euphoria

inside living outside

inside this and you

everything always seeming like a problem,

thats new.

 

Reviews

[Joiedevivre]

This poem speaks volumes in its few verses, its a powerful fist to the gut. I felt it right down the back of my throat and all the way into my stomach.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

I think this is terrific - it certainly underscores the suffering we go through at times...nicely played!
Light,
Siddartha

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

troubles and woe often meet in the wording of an exceptional poem, well written and delivered perfectly, well done