Hands Unseen

Hands Unseen

A Poem by Will

I feel a pulling in my gut,
a tug from hands unseen.
It doesn't seem malignant,
neither spiteful nor mean.

But it isn't pleasant,either,
not acting like a friend.
The more I think about it,
the more my insides bend.

I wish I could explain it,
so it would make some sense.
But I can't tell you what this is,
almost a feeling of suspense.

I think a storm is brewing,
within the files of my mind.
I want to explore this feeling,
but I'm afraid of what I'll find.

© 2013 Will


Author's Note

Will
I hate the title. Feedback on that and of any other kind greatly appreciated :)

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I know this isn't what you mean because you are young, but this expresses a common fear within elderly people like myself. We suddenly realize something is wrong inside, but are afraid to go to the doctor to find out for fear of what he/she'll say. This is a too literal reading of what is a figurative poem, but different readers see different things in what we write. Splendid rhyme and cadence.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

To each their own. As I debated with an English teacher in an SAT prep class, every reader has a dif.. read more
I love this and know this feeling all to well. I think it's great all the way around..xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much, Lily. It means a lot :)
"Explore your feelings." I hate it when councilors say that. I really like this poem. It brings to mind all the therapy I've sat through and some of the stupid s**t councilors say. Don't get me wrong. A good therapist is a beautiful thing but they are hard to find. I get them assingned to me by the VA so I don't have much much say in the matter. Walk where I have walked and we can talk, otherwise f**k off. Okay, so a title,
"Gut Level"

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

If I've said it once I've said it a million times, that I don't trust people who get paid to listen .. read more

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Added on September 5, 2013
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Will

Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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