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I'll Save Myself
by Leslie Ann Eisenberg
In an era plagued by smoke and shit
hope seems a wretched exercise
bayonets trained on me, earths four
corners close in like miscarriages
My breath has flown to a solitary room
where self-inflicted wounds cannot heal
Ive been blind, tethered to the floor
too long
Agony and ecstasy a rented tent
No more
I walk the path that I prescribe
Toes dangling from the sky
05/28/2005
Author's Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
i wanna be your dog -- iggy pop
Posted on 05/29/2005
Copyright © 2024 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/30/05 at 09:42 AM Hope is a wretched exercise, but toes dangling from the sky? That is an image that conveys many awesome outcomes. But I figure that escape, though pleasant, may be impossible. I much prefer to curl toes. ;) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/30/05 at 10:26 PM Yes, No more. Ending on this assertive note is so hopeful despite all the hopelessness, externally. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/30/05 at 11:25 PM I feel your pain sister. Excellent close out in that last line. ;o) |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 06/23/06 at 08:53 PM well said poem...worthy of submission to an online lit rag...:) |
| Posted by Britt Zimmerman on 12/30/14 at 07:26 PM Wow, a little reminiscent of Bukowski? Only a bit more elusive... I love it! ;) |
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