See me, I’m a curled up joint of broken reflections
Save me the medicine, I’m lookin’ at you.
Hear me, I’m a howling chorus breaking drums
Save me the medicine, I’m talking to you.
Feel me, I’m sore, bare and cold feeling everything
Save me the medicine, I’m feeling like you.
Poetry Time 124: Asylum
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, June 1, 2025
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Andreas_Helixfinger at 3:26AM, June 2, 2025
@PaulEberhardt - Glad you like it:) I will. And thank you^^
PaulEberhardt at 11:30AM, June 1, 2025
Got some slight Tommy vibes ( https://youtu.be/h6qb_voOxHw ) right away, but it's clearly something else quite on it's own. Even so, if poems could be appropriately called just as catchy as that song, I'd say it is. Attention-grabbing is probably a good term. I can instantly see scene upon scene building up before my inner eye, one cooler than the last, and funnily enough most of them aren't even set in an asylum (not counting the whole world, which we of course all know could qualify as a loony bin at times). Love it! Keep up the good work.