#209 of 365 – “thunder”



my soul is itchy and uncomfortable

stuffed inside my achy skin


mangled thoughts and feelings

like bent up wire deep within


a rain of jagged metal truths

take aim from all around


as shields of panic and denial

shatter to the ground


this noise is thunder in a crowded room

of madness gone to pieces


where my lies bleed out and die

beneath the lash of what life teaches


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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3 Responses to #209 of 365 – “thunder”

  1. Starralee says:

    As always, I’m nearly struck dumb by your powerful imagery: “bent up wire deep within”–accurate perfection, I can feel it; along with the noise in this poem–and the “madness gone to pieces”. It’s almost terrible that such turmoil can be presented in exquisitely beautiful writing.

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