Sat 6/June/20
I'm just a person
With a blunt soul
An aching feeling of
Uselessness burrowing down my throat.
I am small and brittle
Not humble with what I speak
I feel.
I have something about my being
Something that can hurt
Something that feels all this massiveness
In such a small space.
What is it?
What is it in me that feels this wrenched?
There are indentions in my tongue
Gouges in my pulse, pain in me.
An anguish festering in my vocals
Rotting my tonsils
Flaws stumbling like wire in my teeth.
I'm just a person.
Something small that has to be
In such a big, loud world.
YOU ARE READING
Am I 'Absolute'?
PoetryMostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊 Also: Helloooo! Oh my gosh! #1 in original poems!!
