65.

Tell me if you see
a soul in my skin
beyond a shaking
shred of person
and forced
learned behaviour

I’ve a world at my door
an army to keep away
“What are you so anxious for?”
“Only the rest of my life.”

I can’t count away every little feeling
the simple terror
at leaving my own home
or at staying put

Everyone can hate me
and I am fading out
friends won’t help, friends
who have never fidgeted
their way out of trouble
fingers tapping frantic

On what page
does it get bearable?
At what stage
might I fit in my own body?

Take away these habits
this necessary repetition
and I might cease to exist
but at least I won’t mind

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6 responses to “65.

  1. Great piece.
    The opening was awesomely good. 🙂

  2. Truly a beautiful piece of writing.

  3. trE

    I can feel the despair throughout the entire poem. It’s profoundly written and surely stirred up days of old within me.

  4. Nicely, honestly written!

    Fear motivates harshly sometimes?

    i also see that you stopped by for a read!

    Thank you, hugs & kisses chris

  5. I love this stanza:
    Everyone can hate me
    and I am fading out
    friends won’t help, friends
    who have never fidgeted
    their way out of trouble
    fingers tapping frantic
    .

    There’s a claustrophobic flexibility about it. As if, the speaker has to claw away from sticky bands that allow for a good stretch and re-tightens their grip.

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