What is it like to be overwhelmed and alone? These are my feelings. |
As a note to everyone that reads this: I intend for it to be strange and different from most poetry. That said, if you review this, please tell me what you think of the fact that I don't use any capitalization, use odd line breaks, odd punctuation, and other such things. I'd like to know how they affect the work. Oh - I also played around with the size of the font when I wrote this, but that doesn't show up in here. shatter shatter it is brea/ king spiderwebs p i s n g n n i in(cracked)wards shatter is sharp! shards pressing tight against a finger then it breaks harsh red welling up (too bright)! pressure builds clutched hands poun ding rhy thm too loud TOO LOUD! Make! it stop shatter is everything is too much! nothing is too much! i can handle it all (until it breaks) i shatter t r s e h a t scattered on the floor me shattered is bro/ken glass reflecting light bouncing wildly (blinding!) lost in crazy chaos who will gather the pieces pick it all up glue it image blurry but (i’m still there!) put it back tog ether put me back (together!) when i shatter again (and again) |