Living Room

I feel like their is a since of phobia in this poem, anxiety overwhelms any comfort from anything that surrounds you ... This is what I got from reading this piece due to as I can relate ...

It is not phobia...  
Inspiration derives from the misfortune of others.  
These visitors are represented by inanimate objects like the art collection, the sofas,  the couches.  
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I understand the forced speech you get so bound up inside you have to push it out
i've been there like my life force was being restrained from the inside
mania I can live with it is a perk of being bipolar & the elevated arousal good too..

great expression..

love Crim

Well,...  
The pressure of speech is an imaginary talk, a silent conversation, which becomes a flight of poems.  
My mania tries to manage the traumatized inspiration which derives from the misfortune of others. clues and signs of others' sorrowful presence.  
A a "mirror image" to someone else's sadness.  
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Wow, a smorgasbord of two step one footed frets swirling in that cranium of yours nicely done if I have to read it more than twice its damn good poet.

Thank you, QuietusQuill.