I haven't written a poem spontaneously in years. So here is my rusty muscle:
Have you ever felt a searing pain?
a searing joy?
wistful and lonely?
plain and homely?
a rightful gladness?
overwhelming wrongness?
light and insane?
thoroughly sane?
flighty and reckless?
staid and weightless?
truly restless?
a beautiful mess?
an ugly mess?
an insatiable lust?
well and truly bust?
ridiculously complex?
a broken reflex?
Have you ever felt, felt, felt I feel too much?
I think too much?
I am too much?
I shall combust?
What can contain me?
Who can contain me?
Will I be contained?
Should I be contained?
If I am not, shall I not bleed all over the ground?
If I am, shall I not destroy myself?
Then have you seen yourself in the mirror,
Looked at the sky,
Realized how insignificant you are and
Laughed it off?
Have you ever felt a searing pain?
a searing joy?
wistful and lonely?
plain and homely?
a rightful gladness?
overwhelming wrongness?
light and insane?
thoroughly sane?
flighty and reckless?
staid and weightless?
truly restless?
a beautiful mess?
an ugly mess?
an insatiable lust?
well and truly bust?
ridiculously complex?
a broken reflex?
Have you ever felt, felt, felt I feel too much?
I think too much?
I am too much?
I shall combust?
What can contain me?
Who can contain me?
Will I be contained?
Should I be contained?
If I am not, shall I not bleed all over the ground?
If I am, shall I not destroy myself?
Then have you seen yourself in the mirror,
Looked at the sky,
Realized how insignificant you are and
Laughed it off?
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