Vomit

Vomit

Lying on bathroom floor
I see myself flooded
Flooded in my own belch
Wet in my own sweat
Weary and teary eyes
Yes, I have issues.

I look at my own vomit
Saddens me from inside
Heavies my heart
In every spit and every pieces
I lost today in lunacy
I see my own reflection
On the floor of vomit
Love tried to push me
Push me to grab all of it
Swallow all of it
My senses still working
Refrained from my stinky soup.
My vomit.

My erratic mind
Eccentric looser.
Who wants to forget
My agnosticism.

Today my soul cried
Today the truth, undigestable.
Yes, liquor.
Me and my vomit stare at each other
Muted mouth.
Silent melody plays in my head.
Maimed.




Poetry by CJScrawls
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Written on 2018-07-04 at 05:58

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Of all the poems here, this involves less in a vague societal hatred and focuses more on the individual subject. It does need rework. I don't like the ".. myself flooded. Flooded in..." kind of poetic schemes myself. Also try minimizing the use of already existing and vastly exploited phrases like "muted mouths" and "silent melodies". Still I think this has got a better potential than the others.
2018-07-05