i’m nowhere near as
organized as
i should be
the puzzle pieces are
laughing at me
so much for
positivity
when i wept the
heavy dew i did
the wearisome war
that which i hid
put, again,
to death
that tickled kid
now the edges of
sight are more than
blurry
my torpid cage is
intoxicated
my rose-petaled rage
will turn me
maybe it already
did
The writing is vivid --I can taste it and feel it and it feels authentic, an original voice, raw and unencumbered. . .taunts me to read more (because I am busy and need to get back to work). I am so glad I stumbled upon these poems --I especially enjoyed, "Silent Snake."
Keep writing, keep writing --I would like more of your discoveries to be described.