I wrote this poem years ago. A feeling.
Why does it taste like repression?
Like ashes in my mouth
The aftertaste of afterburn
Tiredness resting on clawed feet
Perched upon my shoulders
A headache from Hell
The devil in the entrails
Vomit up stress and the pain
Shaking on the bathroom floor
Every day it pours
Even when the sun is shining
Outside is where I never go
Lost in the dog food aisle
Frown inside wearing a smile
Can't remember your name
Brother, where art thou?
Everything's the same
It's like coming out
To a church full of Lutherans
Damned for every sin
Blowing smoke up your ass
You think I'm OK
But I'm out of cigarettes
Can't stop crying
Can't stop trying
Alone in a crowd
Feel like I stole everything I own
Even the words to this poem.
© Anne Westlund 2007
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-10-12 at 08:08
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Flavors of Depression
Why does it taste like repression?
Like ashes in my mouth
The aftertaste of afterburn
Tiredness resting on clawed feet
Perched upon my shoulders
A headache from Hell
The devil in the entrails
Vomit up stress and the pain
Shaking on the bathroom floor
Every day it pours
Even when the sun is shining
Outside is where I never go
Lost in the dog food aisle
Frown inside wearing a smile
Can't remember your name
Brother, where art thou?
Everything's the same
It's like coming out
To a church full of Lutherans
Damned for every sin
Blowing smoke up your ass
You think I'm OK
But I'm out of cigarettes
Can't stop crying
Can't stop trying
Alone in a crowd
Feel like I stole everything I own
Even the words to this poem.
© Anne Westlund 2007
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 1204 times
Written on 2007-10-12 at 08:08
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