It always starts as irritation
And then it explodes
Sharp with spikes
Shredding through the center of me
Or
It contracts to the point where I am tightly compacted
A singularity
To which all outside stimulus
Causes further collapse.
BARB
Bardouble29 (aka Barb) has always loved to write. Writing has proven to be a way to deal with the tough parts of life. Her poetry tends to be a little on the dark and sad side. She loves making words come alive. But she can be known to throw in poems of other venue.
1 comment:
man, that was good...you're quite talented...I really related to that external stimuli crashing your inner sanctum thought of this piece
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