The Screw

The Screw

A Poem by Momchil Atanasoff

... sometimes ... 

you feel 

yourself

away

even if you're 

whole, 

with no parts missing ...

no parts ...

just a little 

screw

that holds you 

sane...

from miles away,

you feel

it's place is 

empty...

Just a little 

screw,

essential though, 

you won't 

realise 

until it's out 

and all 

your parts 

would 

squeak and whack

I hope 

it still can 

fit

when at home i'll be

and oil it fill 

in all 

machinery

that 

squeaks and whacks

from all 

brain f***s ...

© 2016 Momchil Atanasoff


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Added on October 8, 2016
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Momchil Atanasoff
Momchil Atanasoff

Soia, Bulgaria



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