nostalgia

Nice every word is great

Thankya miss.

"peers tearfully
through my cast iron rib"

Great write Mr A

Cheers, Doc.

I think the way it's delivered haltingly, in a way that you're not sure if words have been cut off the end of lines works really well with the idea of being somehow disconnected. I was reading it last night, racking my brains over L6/7: came to the conclusion that 'you' and 'I' were one and the same thing. And, with that idea in mind, I liked the blunt edges of the 'w' sounds: the way I read it, they give away a tenderness, or empathy maybe, for that 'you' that would otherwise be kept in check.
"Alive for something/that kills you to return." The impact of those lines really hit me last night. For me, they're the core which all the other words bury down to.

You're totally right with the 'you' and 'I', just an old photo of myself that was someone else.
I tried to pour as much ache into this as possible, which is impossible and even more so when I read it.
Thank you for reading, Merda.

"....another fine mess you've gotten us into, Stanley." (place smiley emoticon HERE)

eXcellent
piece'o'work, there,guv...

good'on'ya

Cheers, mate. Much appreciated on the ol' step up the apple and pears, bruv.

excellent poem.i feel the emotion and i like theuse of your words.

Thanks, clio. Glad you felt that, really.