Wow... With so few words you have Put your feelings so clearly and loudly. Not a word more, not a word less is needed. Perfect. This poem calls out to me. I can identify with this. And you have managed to achieve that with eight words. Good work. keep going
Beats of poetry as beauty? Not here. These are tales of destruction. Hunger. Burn. Sensation revisited. This is my Golgotha. This is me spewing furor out of my psyche to emerge lighter, almost normal. more..