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in the mud
by Travis G Finborginsensitive the brush of bearing
i lay about without remorse
a blatant disregard
selfish i squalor alone
determined to build the walls
surround myself
down here the light is dim
and sound travels slow
a dull thump
I aim to destroy all ties
remove any kind touch
dissolve the care
I seek no pity
I aim only to revel in the mud
alone and contented
05/07/2007 Posted on 05/07/2007
Copyright © 2024 Travis G Finborg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 05/09/07 at 04:17 PM I love the third stanza: "down here the light is dim and sound travels slow a dull thump" ... you've taken an emotion and blown some life into it, Travis. I know what it's like to be down in the muck, building walls and truly wanting to be there. Thanks for the read.
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/12/07 at 11:03 AM A place I know all too well. Thanks for putting it so eloquently into words. Adds to favourites. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/22/11 at 04:24 PM A fine POTD. Capped by that perfect last word. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 02/28/11 at 04:25 AM There is such a rich, earthy humanity here, aglow, nothing dim about that! I look forward to more, jewels |
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