Triggers

 frigid spill down the front of the thorax
continuing ache all in spite of the first act
swept away by bristles of self contempt
my mind is tidy but my heart unkempt

you make observations just to cut me down
then play it as dumb, you know I'm scared of clowns
If I catch you in it, its unconscious ailments
And if that doesn't fly, then I must take the repent.

Author's Note

very raw and unfinished, more a sketch than a poem

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Not bad for a sketch....the only line I'm not understanding is the last one (the last two in a way, but very much the last one). The first stanza on its own is fantastic - the last line of the first is beyond words! the Imagery is strong, the musicality relatively fluid.....this is utter perfection except for the awkward oddity of the last (two) line(s). Well done!

[Libby]

This was written as a way for me to try and figure out what was going on every night with my boyfriend at the time. It was complicated mind games that I could not figure out an escape from. If i called him out on it he'd fall back on mental illness or accuse me of being cruel and tear me down and I'd have to apologise. I have always been a logical person so I knew it didn't make sense but I'd never been in any relationship before and I was so naive as well as horribly insecure and I ultimately felt undeserving of love and therefore felt I had no right to argue with the abuse. Writing this helped me a lot. I'd definitely consider rewriting the second stanza now though. I hope that made it make more sense! Thanks so much for your review

[emipoemi]

It's more the wording didn't make sense grammatically, nor was the message as clear. It's just the wording. The rest is fantastic.

[Libby]

Ah ok, I agree with you there.