( apologies for swearing)

Inspired by Elliot's posting; You readers, yes you.

I Feel Like SHIT

The debt isn't settled when I wake,
horror reigns and fires its guns
the world turns inside out
the sun drips
the moon slices
the atmosphere
I cling to sanity
shout shit
to anyone who'll listen,
but they don't know where I am,
demons charge millions
for a nice thought
I'm unaffordable
dropping off crap
on every doorstep
enough to fill
numerous sink holes,
the earth is folding
I'm in it's creases
ripping off thoughts
scattering baggage,
they'll be no reclaim.

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2017-08-28 at 15:38

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow, this is powerfully described.

Honest, i can feel this and love that

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Shells, this makes my head spin for I know it to be true. This feeling so visual, so emotional, so physical that it permeates, radiates what I understand and feel too. This is a powerful expression.