"antagonisy" poems
This Antagonist
I’m straining and squirming in pain
In a tangling , unescapable, womb-like prison, with my favorite antagonisy
its humid, its nauseating, it’s cold
It’s so so loud
My holiday are the days it gets numb
I’m always caught on something
Is this just a part of “growing up”
Being pushed and pulled and shoved every which way
But throw aside and away and left alone only when I need someone to hold me
Pick a ******* side
Pick a ******* side
Internally,
It’s something with no diction
No commentary
Just pain sometimes and I can’t escape it
This only antagonist
People use the ocean to describe it
I think it’s the instinct of fear of the unknown
Well I’m sinking , my body is paralyzed
I look still, calm, serene , dead , if you will
I’m screaming , as beautifully disgusting as I can
And it just loves the sound, and it just dulls the sound
The gripping antagonist
But the ocean gives you so much
It has so much to offer for all it takes away
I’m anchored to this honesty that Yes,
I am afriad that this fight and useless struggle
This antagonist has swallowed me up
This is me now and if I loose it I might as well fade into non-existence
This antagonist
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC