Shapeless and glum



/ poetry

3/9/16 A poem as the title states... a very awkward and uncomfortable poem

Something out of nothing,

extruding sense

out of the shapeless blobs

in my mind,

this is some kind of alchemy.

It's a kind of magic;

A vague idea

becoming a drive to create

becoming words

strung together like pearls

around a neck.

Dragging me down,

like an anchor

pointed at my heart.

A poison arrow,

expelled from my mind,

shot straight at yours.

Can you taste my discontent?

Breathing my own stench,

I am stagnant...


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