Bodies in the Bog

Good news, everyone! I have a new poem that I put together last night. I myself have quite a lot to do and I don’t always feel ready for it. Writing these and sharing them helps. My only hope would be that it helps you all feel a little more understood as well. And thanks again to all of you who follow/comment and support my work! It means a lot to me. Now, without further ado, I have for you:

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Quagmire

hurting

blood so softly spurting

ghastly caucus

duty bound, they stalk us

heavy eyes

bely silent sighs

unfeeling now, unfeeling then

hurting, skirting, back in my den

nothing feels right

as sirens sing then bite

shadows dance again across a door

blood pools again, on the floor

my heart so shattered

the butterflies… all scattered

i’ll gather them up, in a basket

now everyone, on my back, sit

feeling, ever so softly feeling

over the edge, now reeling

nothing works

zero perks

pros and cons, cons and prose

all through which, i best my foes

all through this negativity 

i only wish for serendipity 

my desire for serenity

to sit before the altar and draw penance, see

i can’t be left to my devices

for i am a man with no vices

i feel and feel and reel and seal

waiting, abating, fearing the deal

sleeping, so tired

my mind, so mired

this muck and guck i wade within

back and forth without a line in

ever deeper, into the bog

ever deeper, into the fog