the ills of the world weigh upon my breast
measured beats of doom
dwelling in my chest
tolling tales of ruin
stripped bare and out of tune
...in protest
ripped and kicked
ransacked dry and heaving
empty yet believing
i am blessed
each compartment
void or uselessly littered
devoid of genius glittering like sun
imbued instead by the thoughts of everyone...
fidgety guests, canticles and unwanted pests
and reams and reams of crinkled linens
waiting to be pressed

I like it... good job! keep it up! and good luck.. .and congrats on your win!




Um, so, well the metaphors once again are beautiful, and quite strange in this case. The word choice is amazing. And what I think I loved the most about this poem is the so very contemporary mood you created. I've never really read something quite like it. It is highly original and inspiring. Oh how I love your work! I'm so glad I fell upon you!... I'll be back for more now, though, time's up tonight. Anyways, thanks for being so good






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