Ricochet

Ricochet

A Poem by G. Anderson

back and forth,
intervals, oscillations,
curves and tantrums of the unexplained.
paranoia, yes. frustration.
even moreso.
swaddled in the confusion of mystery.
i can't sleep. i can't stay awake.
i can't function properly. i can't feel properly.
it's as if my mind has been amputated,
and only ghosts of feelings and pains twitch and move.
i can't concentrate, can't finish a sentence.
can't finish a poem.
thoughts of the end, life, and what i mean ricochet
from side to side. sometimes my eyes move too.

© 2014 G. Anderson


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G. Anderson
G. Anderson

Detroit, MI



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