Poetry: Interrogate My Reception

interroception

Suspended
animation.
I feel a feeling,
unknown; I lurch
towards fear.
That’s known.
Is it hunger?
anger??
Maybe urgent needs???
It pleads to be let out,
but I forget
to notice
where your sadness
ends and mine
begins.
I feel your pain—
not in sympathy,
but in symphony.
Surround sound,
volume maxed,
tympani heart beats
thundering through
my core
aches from too
much of you.
I scratch,
and claw,
and scream to
dream my way
into another plane
where no pain
remains…
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  1. The imagery in my head was both frightening and exhilarated. This is a very potent piece. Very well done. Thank you for sharing this.

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