Raw

Raw

A Poem by lizardbrain

My heart feels raw and thick and
sludge-like.

My hair feels like a set of old smelly
furniture tassels sewn onto my
scalp.

My blistered bruised toes feel like
the tender pride that I hide inside
of my tough leather combat boots
that I refuse to admit are still
a size too small.

My skin crawling with mites
the second one crosses my
mind.

Mites on the mind
Inside the mind
Triggering false responses

No holding a potential weapon
without a flash of blood
behind my eyes
that barely even registers anymore

The hair on my calves, armpits
inner thighs,
Thin and light, but still present,
As indecisive as I am
So it just stays there.

Unwilling to admit that inaction
is as much a decision in itself.

The tension in my jaw will never
subside
Until it's cracked with one
last punch. 

© 2019 lizardbrain


Author's Note

lizardbrain
one I forced myself to write; my apologies

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it almost feels like one contemplating suicide...being so indecisive...having all the symptoms of mental and physical anguish...and wanting to get out of his own body, own mind, own heart...
feeling he wants that last punch...too indecisive to give himself that devastating left hook that could end it.
very intense write...being on the edge of infinite darkness.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


No apology necessary. Sounds almost like tactile hallucinations. If they don't pass, please get help.

Posted 5 Years Ago


lizardbrain

5 Years Ago

daaang, keeping it real! I appreciate that.

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usually searching through poetry for something to lift the fog. exploring writing, through stream of consciousness journaling and marginally more intentional prose poetry, in an effort to better un.. more..

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