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isolated
i stood beneath the crescent of the moon and screamed
until my vocal cords might shatter and prayed my mind
might finally be cleared of all the thoughts and anguish and insanity
that unfold to fill every crack and hole and empty space
inside of me that have always been there and probably
always will but god sometimes i want to rip it out
of me and throw it to the ground and stamp the horrible
life out of its offensive form until it is nothing but a ruined
corpse of the entity that has possessed me and controlled me
and afflicted me for so long that i cannot fathom what my life
might constitute if it did not reside inside me if it had not
grown into such a prodigious part of my existence imagining
a future where i descry years of enduring additional torture
until the fissures beneath my skin fracture and i explode
into millions of particles that ultimately coalesce with
the cosmos setting me free of a life i could never learn to live
Critiques
Synchro
18 years ago
This is a very arresting
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Synchro
Barbara Writes
18 years ago
Breathless
RSScheerer
18 years ago
One breath
Barbara Writes
18 years ago
Rhonda
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Exactly
IKnowNoBox
18 years ago
The frantic rush, well captured
RSScheerer
18 years ago
thanks, Dabbler
themoonman
18 years ago
Hi Ronda...
RSScheerer
18 years ago
thanks, Richard
weirdelf
18 years ago
oh, yes. I kept visualising Munch's painting
rider68
18 years ago
Oh Ronda
Candlewitch
18 years ago
You have completely captured
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Jess, Peter, Cat
Rett
18 years ago
WOW
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Rett
Ashfae
18 years ago
Breathtaking and well
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Thanks, Ash
Ashfae
18 years ago
Yeah, I figured it was word
barbsdad2003
18 years ago
Love this!
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Mr. Nitppicky
barbsdad2003
18 years ago
Sometimes my being ...
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Hmmm.
weirdelf
18 years ago
My only problem with good friend
barbsdad2003
18 years ago
No Contest
weirdelf
18 years ago
wow! proud to provoke such a passionate response
barbsdad2003
18 years ago
This "argument" ...
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Chuck
Synchro
18 years ago
Hate to gang up on you Ronda
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Done
Rett
18 years ago
And the winna is...
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Hey.....
Rett
18 years ago
Hey Ronda
Janice Pearce
18 years ago
Ronda
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Janice
weirdelf
18 years ago
Sorry Ronda,
Barbara Writes
18 years ago
Such passion for a word
barbsdad2003
18 years ago
Exactly
Synchro
18 years ago
In any case, Ronda
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Synchro
barbsdad2003
18 years ago
Ronda
RSScheerer
18 years ago
Chuck
Rett
18 years ago
Chuck
weirdelf
18 years ago
Hey it is a wonderful poem
Quillsvein1
17 years 11 months ago
wow!
RSScheerer
17 years 11 months ago
thanks!
Arrow
17 years 11 months ago
This seems like a dead-on
RSScheerer
17 years 11 months ago
Thanks, Arrow
Rett
17 years 11 months ago
Ronda
RSScheerer
17 years 11 months ago
Rett
Arrow
17 years 11 months ago
Too bad
Linda Moses
17 years 11 months ago
Rhonda
RSScheerer
17 years 11 months ago
Thank you, Linda
orgami
17 years 11 months ago
the moment of being
weirdelf
17 years 11 months ago
Ronda, I have not written much lately, lke you
Ink Dragon
17 years 7 months ago
Ronda, it has been said before
RSScheerer
17 years 7 months ago
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