Scratch and Claw (objective) by Alison McKenzieSome days its a battle
Just to be nice
To live in skin
Without anyone getting underneath
Where is this rage headed?
Wracking this worn out piece of skull
Trying to get to the root
Shoveling through the garbage
But never reaching the bottom
Of the stench
Sensations loathed
No escape
Skin crawls
Fingernails full of mud
Not able to breathe
Some days the battle doesnt end
And there is no sleep
02/03/2008 Posted on 02/03/2008 Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/03/08 at 04:23 PM Mmmm "scratch and claw" in such muddy environs will surely bring spring blossoms, it seems to me. That's where they come from! (sounds like compost.) |
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 02/03/08 at 04:56 PM A mud bath can be cleansing sometimes... MFS |
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