The Purge

The Purge

A Poem by Tamme

It's like a hangover from an overdose of emotion.


I ache and hurt

I am not sure




sweat beads up

on goosebumping flesh

It could be


in my legs,

maybe my head

is physically spinning


much more  possibly

my soul has had enough

Sickened and disgusted

with each memory


every new idea

expelled in gut retching heaves

every last thought

repulsively ejected

all at once

only seconds to gasp for air

no end in sight.


a cool welcomed breeze

reminds me,

as with time,

pain will also pass.

Whatever it is



spreads in a gelatinous mess



        ............Until someone steps in it.

© 2009 Tamme

Author's Note

I have been blocked up lately. This is my first writing in while and most likely will come back to it. I was interested in your thoughts.

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Sounds like you had a break through....such as it was *wiping feet after stepping in it*...

Seriously this is great, the format was a statement of frustration which told me how much you really needed to get this out of your i'm sure things will begin to flow for you.

Great Job!

Posted 11 Years Ago

i like this alot very describtive... like the format alot too....ending was interesting and kind of funny in a messed way... overall a amazing write you have here ... nice to have you back:)

Posted 11 Years Ago

This was amazing. I enjoyed it. Nicely done.

Posted 11 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on September 2, 2009
Last Updated on September 9, 2009



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