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Room
In a room…
Bitch of an itch
That won’t be gone
Following everywhere
Like a ghost of emotion
Interrupting thoughts
Never to stop
Permeating each pore
An infection of filth…
Scrub as you like
Stains will remain
Just as a cancerous growth
Hurt will cling fast
Absorbing zest
Tonight there will be no rest
Again there’s rain
Smashing the pane
Forgetfulness thus suffocates
Pressuring brittle atmospheres
Crushing one’s lungs
As attitude deteriorates
Scratching at wounds
Just to feel something real
Bloodying sore fingers
Until the numbness kicks in
Dull eyes then surrender
In such a horrendous splendour
Alone on the floor
Waiting for absolutes
Crippled by trauma
Hating this outcome
Lips that now murmur
For all tomorrow’s hope
…. in a room
Published 4th May 2024
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4th May 2024 5:11pm
5th May 2024 8:12am
Hello there. Welcome to DU.
There’s a very interactive quality to this poem, because we’ve all had those times in our lives where we’ve been so consumed by something (behaviour, addiction, person etc) that it feels as if it is literally consuming us.
This poem reminds me of one of my favourite Henry Miller quotes:
“People are like lice - they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until the blood comes out, but you can’t permanently get deloused. Everywhere I go, people are making a mess of their lives. Everyone has his private tragedy. It’s in the blood now - misfortune, ennui, grief, suicide. The atmosphere is saturated with disaster, frustration, futility. Scratch and scratch - until there is no skin left. However, the effect upon me is exhilarating. Instead of being discouraged or depressed, I enjoy it. I am crying for more and more disasters, for bigger calamities, for grander failures. I want the whole world to be out of whack, I want everyone to scratch himself to death.”
Thank you for sharing this piece
-M
There’s a very interactive quality to this poem, because we’ve all had those times in our lives where we’ve been so consumed by something (behaviour, addiction, person etc) that it feels as if it is literally consuming us.
This poem reminds me of one of my favourite Henry Miller quotes:
“People are like lice - they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until the blood comes out, but you can’t permanently get deloused. Everywhere I go, people are making a mess of their lives. Everyone has his private tragedy. It’s in the blood now - misfortune, ennui, grief, suicide. The atmosphere is saturated with disaster, frustration, futility. Scratch and scratch - until there is no skin left. However, the effect upon me is exhilarating. Instead of being discouraged or depressed, I enjoy it. I am crying for more and more disasters, for bigger calamities, for grander failures. I want the whole world to be out of whack, I want everyone to scratch himself to death.”
Thank you for sharing this piece
-M
5th May 2024 10:14am
Thanks so much for such a wonderful comment.
You totally got what was trying to convey…much appreciated
Af.
You totally got what was trying to convey…much appreciated
Af.
5th May 2024 10:58pm
Anxiety is one of the most tortuous things our brains can do to us. You captured the pain the really well. Thank you
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