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In talking with Jack
It’s coming now…..
I feel it at last
Rolling in like the tide
My organs are aching
While my brain lets go of this fog.
He told me your confessions...
Like a swarm of disease
Settling in thick droves
Across the fields;
I heard every word.
And what was it you said exactly?
I am a rat
Littering your basement floor
I am
The odor in the room
That sours the
The breaths you take.
Roll your eyes and tell them…
Tell them how you hate me
They will never know
The truth
I will bury you deep
Shovel the dirt on top
Of this
And wait in earnest
For the ground
To swallow you whole.
I feel it at last
Rolling in like the tide
My organs are aching
While my brain lets go of this fog.
He told me your confessions...
Like a swarm of disease
Settling in thick droves
Across the fields;
I heard every word.
And what was it you said exactly?
I am a rat
Littering your basement floor
I am
The odor in the room
That sours the
The breaths you take.
Roll your eyes and tell them…
Tell them how you hate me
They will never know
The truth
I will bury you deep
Shovel the dirt on top
Of this
And wait in earnest
For the ground
To swallow you whole.
Published 18th Apr 2019
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19th Apr 2019 3:51pm
I am not 100% sure what you are going through, but reading this made me feel like I was being buried alive.
19th Apr 2019 5:15pm
Well, you know how some poems are just for yourself? This is one of those poems for me. There is a lot of meaning that doesn't communicate well-but that's okay.
19th Apr 2019 6:08pm
I hear and understand what you mean. Hope you are doing well. Miss talking to you.
19th Apr 2019 6:36pm
19th Apr 2019 6:49pm
