It’s Bad Poetry Friday!
I’m not going to inflict this upon you every Friday, but when I’m running a pinch low on ideas for blog posts, I might throw up an old poem. And yes, I use the phrase “throw up” deliberately.
Today’s poem is an embarrassingly recent effort (I might pull out poems from high school, which should be fun and horrifying), written during a bit of an emo moment that I promise I am no longer having. I also hope that this poem does not represent my true writing ability, because if it does, then I’m sure you’d be smart to abandon this blog now because clearly I’m going nowhere.
Please only click to read more if you are a masochist. Otherwise, scroll on unscathed and we’ll pretend this never happened.
Emotions by J. Sevick
Surging, crashing, uncontrolled
Emotions contain oceans
In their hold
My blood, my bones, my skin are weak
To fight off chains of pain
Or fog of bleak
I breathe, I blink, my heart still beats
But I am full and empty
Made of defeats
Can humans be alone in this?
Life demands no strength but life
And fortune’s kiss
And yet I cannot live but feel
Deeper wounds than knife or blow
That do not heal
Is there deeper meaning in the pain?
For what I feel of life
More than time or work or friend
The feelings stay with and within
Until the end
At least that end will come and find
Emotions can no longer bind
I guess that’s kind.