A hell of an argument, the discovery of other, of betrayal, of pain, of the anxiety coming with separation. Depressing force, spinning, whirling, out squarely of control. Multiple lacerations scaling emotions to the bones of true self discovery. Now, crippled in all worlds, fingering, scrawling bloody trails. dragging forward, searching for the kinship of discovery. And discovered, discovering, I am still, alone.
The Flight
21 Saturday Apr 2012
Posted Poetry
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Great stuff, sir. I’m telling you, you must publish in print – very timely and I know many could relate to the raw emotion. I like the new look of your blog by the way.
Thanks fot stopping by again, Nathan. This free verse stuff begs for even more attention to detail. Like I said, repost if you like.
I liked the blues of the other theme, but the contrasts weren’t strong enough.
I’ll attempt to publish after the corpus is larger. Most of the early stuff I wouldn’t include.. I need to get busy on the “States of the Union ” pieces.