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Aug 2020
They left me scattered in flattened grasslands
where my damaged limbs became stretched,
disfigured, unstitched, cramped, jammed,
super slammed, raw rammed, crawling
upon high and thick grass, rough flesh
bleeding, leaking, fingers weakening
as I yelled out for help, but there was no one
around.  They had all abandoned me,
my anxiety rising, clouding my troubled
thoughts, my sanity corrupted, disrupted,
smudged, decreasing, violent winds
consuming my determination and imagination,
my memory and energy, shattering manifestations
of reasons within nonlinear reasons, speeches
within squared speeches, fractions within half
fractions.  I was an imbalanced derivative,
an imprisoned prism, an unparalleled equation
of nothingness, a befuddled puddle of dank
dreams mixed in with deteriorating consonants
and vowels.  My life was single-spaced, misplaced,
backspaced, periodically perplexed, dejected, evicted,
uncontained, deranged, tangled melodies
becoming amplified asteroids with destructive
noises, scorching my soul as everything surrounding
me came to a pause, my heart slowly beating
for the last time.
Travis Green
Written by
Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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     --- and Gideon
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