Stuck in the belly of something inhuman
Drowning me in its emptiness
Voices fill my auricle
Now my mind is infested with fear
Fear of leaving myself behind
No knowledge of time
Or measurement of love
Poison consumed to cope with the darkness
My mind is now a prison
Unable to reach any depth
Vision is blurred
Shedding the images of self worth
Words cut like chains; ripping through my soul
I fight back with fire
Smoke filling my lungs
In hopes of keeping me numb for as long as I am here
Swallowed, but I have made it my home
I am in human
raw and vulnerable… keep it up 😉
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Thank you so much! 😊
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In human. Destined to experience and know despair, your words paint powerful images and evoke deep feelings.
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Thank you so much, Wendy. I really appreciate your feedback.
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Appreciate and respect the uncut and directness
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Thank you so much! Your feedback is greatly appreciated. ✨
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Your words and being are even more greatly appreciated, ☮️
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Love it! Nice ending. You should try submitting this to Night Forest Cell of Radical Poetry (if you haven’t already placed it elsewhere). I really think they would like your work.
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Really? I will check them out. Thank you!
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I think so. It’s a great piece. Looking forward to more. And you’re welcome.
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To be “in human” can sound scary. But that’s where we are.
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I agree. Thanks for stopping by.
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