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Trapped in a State of Alert
sick with alert,
slimy and crawling.
a spider of plague
that dwells near bawling.
stop the voices—
the yelling and calling.
but even silence is loud;
such alert is too much a crowd.
slimy and crawling.
a spider of plague
that dwells near bawling.
stop the voices—
the yelling and calling.
but even silence is loud;
such alert is too much a crowd.
Published 27th Apr 2021
Author's Note
A quick poem I wrote in a minute... the words just poured out it seems.
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27th Apr 2021 3:49am
27th Apr 2021 11:25am
6th Jun 2021 2:01pm
It is as if there's this sense of loss of control that came across the mood in this poetic expression
6th Aug 2021 2:27pm
You had me on this one with "sick with alert slimy and crawling." Such vivid images!
10th Aug 2021 1:19am
