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soul-searching [light relief]
by Laura DoomI've scaled the peaks
and dredged the depths
of artificial highs and lows
boiled my blood
and saved my breath
confessed in poetry and prose
sealed myself in contemplation
overdosed on moderation
partied hard with kool dude bros
paid for pleasure through the nose
ommed and ahh!ed
whilst counting sheep
then masturbating in my sleep
yet nowhere can I find a door
to inner self, the chi, my core.
Depression digs a shallow whole,
accommodates this planar soul. 07/17/2009 Posted on 07/17/2009
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 07/17/09 at 07:24 PM Laura, I love this -- very well done! I love the extreme contrast, play on words, and imagery that works so well throughout the entire piece. Unfortunately, it's a very tough subject, but you crafted it very well :) |
| Posted by Jon-Jacob F Deal on 07/18/09 at 06:45 AM The mind contemplating itself. Perhaps it's no accident that we are hermetically sealed from the inside out... Who knows what we'd find if we could enter the Holy of Holies whenever we wanted? Pay no attention the (wo)man behind the curtain. I love the rhyming--it seems like few people do it, and fewer do it well. You do. Cool write. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 07/18/09 at 06:32 PM I can really relate to this. I think I find myself in this poem. now. I especially love the last 2 lines and your play on the word "whole". This is very well written, great word choices, good flow, captures my depression very well, even though it is about your own. Thanks for sharing :) |
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