The Elephant

The elephant in the room is me.

My madness sprawled over this seat,

and generations to follow;

like a bad smell it will linger

in hearts and memories.

My epitaph "mad as a box of frogs".

No one picks this path,

arms tattooed with hieroglyphic scars and

a liver rotting with overdoses,

spilling madness like tears,

traumatizing loved ones with my DNA,

my existence.

This madness grew from a thump,a slap and a punch,

it grew from malignant touch and threats,

and it was never chosen,

but the elephant in the room is still me.

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◄ A Poem For The Disenfranchised

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Philip Stevens

Mon 11th Sep 2017 21:17

Frogs bounce back

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AM Cash

Sat 22nd Jul 2017 11:52

You need to run through the wild winds x

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Stu Buck

Wed 21st Jun 2017 20:24

madness sprawled over this seat is really an excellent line, this is quietly heartbreaking and uplifting at the same time.

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Martin Elder

Tue 20th Jun 2017 23:07

you write so hypnotically and this poem has a really interesting perspective acknowledging yourself as the elephant In the room

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 20th Jun 2017 11:46

Well written about a pervasive situation. Excellent ending, embracing both reality and courage.

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Karen Ankers

Mon 19th Jun 2017 23:47

Desperately sad. Raw and beautiful.

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