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what living means

by Emily G Myers

this unending worry
this burning
this ulcer inside me
this constant, underlying disquiet
this tearing
this wearing away
this eating, consuming fire
this flood of acid
coming in tiny drops
seeping in
the cracks in everything
and nothing is really sealed
nothing until we're dead
so living means
nothing until we're dead
and nothing is really sealed
the cracks in everything
seeping in
coming in tiny drops
this flood of acid
this eating, consuming fire
this wearing away
this tearing
this constant, underlying disquiet
this ulcer inside me
this burning
this unending worry

12/11/2006

Posted on 12/12/2006
Copyright © 2021 Emily G Myers

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/12/06 at 05:03 AM

Grim, beautifully written stuff. You've painted a hell of a sad story here.

Posted by A. Paige White on 12/12/06 at 06:16 AM

I would have to venture a guess that we've all experienced this at one time or another... For me, I get this stupid lump in my throat. Feels like a real one. I had it so long one time, I thought it was real. This is very powerfully worded. Certainly can relate. I almost feel the empathetic lump growing as I am immersed in the pain of this write.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/12/06 at 03:58 PM

This form truly lends itself to the emotions you have evoked here - a constant state of unending worry. I am impressed and depressed at the same time. Quite effective.

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 12/12/06 at 11:39 PM

kind of like how artists never get their full fame until they pass. life is captured in art then is it not? hmm...good write regardless, dark and pointed...smart & heavy beautiful. truth times ten, this is simple math i would say. killer.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/17/14 at 03:00 PM

Good to see this as POTD! Congrats!

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