fencening in the rain.
anymore, i just don't know.
i don't even feel the pain.
THAT is one good thing.
i don't feel the pain.
one good thing.
i don't feel a thing.
how did i ever, ever,
ever get this way?
how did i end up here?
you can't sing the blues,
if you ain't never felt them.
think i'll open my next beer...
how did i get here?
but actually, this is a good place.
at least it's mine.
this place of nothing.
it took me forever just to get here.
i'm glad i made it!
feeling nothing means,
feeling no pain.
i just heard it thunder.
i wonder.
i think i'll take up my sword.
just go outside.
and fence in the rain...
gypsyfish
just read it.
Comments
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This reads like a quick emotional outpouring, so I hope you get better soon.
The poem is statement-driven, which is the easiest way to write lines shaped like a poem. I see you are planning to revise this piece, so I would like to see more thought put into the central metaphor so it is more consistent with the emotional content.
Best wishes,
myron.
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Interesting poem, sadness can take so many forms and you describe yours well
I like that, -''this is a good place''
We can find revelation in the midst of sadness, which is far more enlightening than in happy times
Regards david
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