by Hellon   Jun 27, 2020

My mind....shredded like a bale of straw
caught in the most violent storm

Pieces of tin bang , clang,
squeaking, creaking in the dark crevices
of my brain.

Where is the oil, I know I have some oil
please let me find it


as the storm roars I cannot muster
the courage to move from this corner

the redness, f**k... the redness is blinding as I hunch
here listening to the constant click clicking..


I wait for a clack, all day I wait for a clack

but...it never comes.

Instead, a dog barks, in the distance a dog barks


there's the clicking...the clicking.

It takes on its own melody
(in my head)

I'll get you my Pretty
I'll get you my Pretty.

*Hellon 28th April 2020.

* Written for Noura's recent contest but I never got to finish it on time...still feel it's unfinished but...:)


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  • 3 years ago

    by Rab

    Agg....go an see the Wizard.......he micht guie ye some inspiration

  • 3 years ago

    by Anthony

    I can literally feel the tension building as I read this. Like singing “here we go round the mulberry bush” but never singing the final line “pop goes the weasel”

  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Sometimes the best poems are unfinished maybe? They have a less produced feel to them and are far more raw.
    Anyway, the imagery in this is excellent - nerve shredding, even

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