Poem: A Question

My latest five-line original poem inspired by this song:

A Question

do you ever feel like your atoms are growing,
screaming to be let out through your skin
to occupy some other space that isn’t “you,”
and maybe have better luck than trying to
form life from something decaying?

Creative Commons photo.

3 thoughts

  1. I do, brett: sometimes I think, “Wow, if someone was me for 5 minutes, they’d be screaming let me out”, like the Freddie Mercury/David Bowie/Freddie Mercury song “Under Pressure”. Cool piece man; definitely an idea worth pondering, especially for those of us on the struggling end of things.

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