A Poem by J.Sin

2017.11.01 @ 20:42


The I in me,

Although repressed and veiled in optimism,

I can still feel it as it squirms,

Like maggots under my skin,

Eating its way to my core.


It is voiceless.

            I can

                        Hear it.

It is intangible;

I can,

Touch it.

It is alive.

And every night as I lay in bed

I wrap myself around it,

Like a mother protecting her child,

Comfort it,

Caress it,

Nurture it.

You see… I need it.

The thirst it inspires

Allows the horde

To drink.

And when the horde drinks,

The vile antagonist

Sleeps for one



© 2017 J.Sin

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Added on November 1, 2017
Last Updated on November 1, 2017
Tags: poetry, I, horde, antagonist, maggots, need, sleep, hate, anger



Banská Bystrica, Slovakia

Canadian living and working in Slovakia. World traveller, musician, writer, and teacher. Former music/film reviewer for "Cassette Culture" online magazine. 5 self-published poetry/short story books in.. more..

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