The Eclectic Pen - Self-devouring


By: Madeline D. (Dame2Libros)  
Date Submitted: 1/8/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 94
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  Snatched my heart out of my chest,
now my heart is nothing but an organ
that pumps blood for my breathe.
Because I'm shallow
echos are all I hear, panicked with erratic anxiety
yet I deny my fear.
Irrational behavior seems like my only escape.
I go away for awhile,
always return to my original place.
Refuse to let anyone in,
so I stay in myself.
A giant wave of guilt knocks me down
so ashamed , I won't ask for help.
Became addicted and dependant,
been known to overwhelm myself with substances
compulsively and somewhat pathetic.
Do things I know I'll regret.
To punish myself,
I'll never forget.


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Maria P. (BklynMom) - , - 1/9/2007 7:12 AM ET
Imagery is filled with movement and change,while the emotion keeps referring backwards.
Gussie R. (gussie) - 8/11/2009 4:54 PM ET
its really good :)
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