Bobsled

A short poem

How’s the anxiety, Robbie?

How’s the self-hate?

How’s the loneliness?

Tell me, Robbie,

Yell unintelligibly until you’re up to your elbows in me

Sleep in the abdomen of my menstruated greased disease, conceit, and grief

How do you feel now?

Recoil in revolver reality, laugh callously, 

A sour cowardly informality

 

It’s funny isn’t it? I love it cynically, clinical

 

Never surrender to my enemies, mentally ill

Dead in a bobsled

Moving but still, cold in the mold of tomorrow

Let them grow flowers from my rancid hands

Let them enjoy my suffering

Let them go f**k themselves

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

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Screaming out calmly and hurtful decency a poet must keep in his poem.
The poem shows your strength, you are strong, adversities don't make a person weak but more stronger every time he overcomes. Not everyone is strong enough to question themselves.

"Never crave, Fight for your rights!"

The poem is so strongly touching that I feel it has been written within a single breath.
Good luck…
Thank you.😊

[John the Baptist]

Sleep in the abdomen of my menstruated, greased disease; mentally ill/ dead in a bobsled. I really, sincerely hope this person doesn't own a handgun.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I’m a pacifist, I just wanted to write down what I feel. The part that your talking about is how I feel I’ve been forced to live. I haven’t even held a gun. Do I not have the right to speak of how I feel?

[John the Baptist]

I am not a pacifist, and I agree with you.