feeding

comes and goes
blanket cold
wrapped around your heart
turn the heat up
quilted down tears

fear feeds like a frenzy
maniacal suicidal rush

going home
concrete roads lead across the meridian
theres a noose where my
shoes use to be

February 18, 2012
Categories: Uncategorized . . Author: Gary

5 Comments

  1. Comment by Collared noose on February 18, 2012 7:17 pm

    Great poem. I feel you. Same noose for me, around my feet and permanently around my neck.

    Reply
  2. Comment by K. Shawn Edgar on February 19, 2012 4:27 pm

    “Quilted down tears…” is very good. I’ve walked that concrete road, am walking it often now, and it always leads toward the noose. Or sometimes toward poetry frenzies.

    Reply
  3. Comment by zongrik on February 28, 2012 6:47 pm

    is the noose made of shoestring?

    Reply
  4. Comment by Step On a Crack on March 16, 2012 7:53 am

    Good Morning!
    I nominate you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award! That you are indeed!
    http://step-on-a-crack.com/2012/03/15/the-very-inspiring-blogger-award/
    Peace, Jen

    Reply
  5. Comment by Step On a Crack on April 3, 2012 5:21 pm

    and another…

    I would like to Know More About You Hence this award!

    See
    http://step-on-a-crack.com/2012/04/03/tell-me-about-yourself-would-you-please/

    for details my Friend!

    Peace, Jen

    Reply

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