12.13.12

I wrote this over a year ago, but never published it. It's interesting, to look back and wonder what was going on in my life, and in my head. Or, for YOU to wonder. I know. Ha. Anyway, here's a poem I wrote.


Anticipation of rejection.
A needle poised for injection.
Pacing. Waiting. Heart racing.
Each second, an hour.
Do it, you coward.

Nye to insanity.
Unflattered, my vanity.
Stab the needle in,
I beg you.
Bring the pain,
and then,

Relief.
Normalcy.
Back to the way it was.

Before the disease.
The one all stupidly seek.

I'd rather get punched in the face
Unaware.
Unanticipated.
Unwanted, but not

Misunderstood.

-eg

1 comment:

  1. Believe it or not, I know this feeling. Kind of sounds disturbed, huh?

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