Bound
Screaming she throwsHer life away
Over the heads of others
The meaning of the screams
Fly
Screaming she throws
Her soul away
Under the shodden feet
Of the friended masses
Below
Screaming she throws
Her mind away
To be swallowed up
By the gnashing toothed
Grin
Screaming she throws
Her self away
Through bottled anger
And frayed rage
Bound
Chris McQueeney 1/26/12 9:52 PM
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15 comments:
This is heavy...seems she is bound by both internal and external influences
Life is a steamroller and it often appears we choose our way when we do not. Certain people close in your heart are close in mine.
It Is Ever Thus
And still her children
wanted to play in the park
one more day, just one.
ugh...the repitition of throwing herself away...makes this so sad...nicely written, evocative...
And I thought mine was dark! This is like a scream from a darkened dungeon! Awesome write, Chris! Very impressive!
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I'm a pervert. Couldn't stop looking at the photograph. Loved the poem too though! Your rhythm and feel is incredible.
It's strange how easily we bend towards giving away pieces of ourself rather than protecting them, saving them, valuing them.
What is sad is often in life we throw ourselves away without realizing it...
Ben, gotta say again I am glad I found your blog, credit to Annie, you are a funny man...and about the photo, it was that or a bunch of lame crap and S&M picks.
Thank you Charles!
This was more nebular than all that Christopher, but of course it has it's roots in my mundain.
Should be simple
Playing at the park
Running in the sun all day
life's goal for today
Thank you Susie, more internal I think.
Awesome poem, dark and effective.
powerful.
Anger is certainly the greatest imprisoner. Well penned!
It certainly took me awhile to get to this. For that, I apologize. This is quite a piece. I read it four times. Thank you for sharing it with me.
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