Bite Me Bloody
Whatever I read
I have to bite my lip
to restrain the storm,
become a safety valve
for today’s far too wild emotions;
bite hard
at every crystal-clear memory,
identifying with the smallest wretch’s
longing in this life;
whole grass plains’ untamed movements
beneath the gusts of wind;
the ants’ particular group consciousness
out there in the forest hush
and the universality of the smallest injustice
I have to bite my lip
for the thinnest ray of sunlight
that lights up a moment
with insight;
bite hard,
bite me bloody
for the image of an old friend
who meant everything
and has grown old;
the image rising in my head,
bleed for all that has caressed
and struck,
and all who move restlessly
within my feelings
and everything honest been said
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Read 13 times
Written on 2026-02-08 at 10:20
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
