I Am Okay

[Revolte]

My tongue has been jaded and stripped,
stung by siren's stingers
and swollen wordless.

Heart forsaken and damned,
stabbed by dagger's tip
glazed with spider venom.

Eyes sown like buttons
-present but sightless-
never close nor see.

Mind cooked to scrambles
like Mother's morning eggs
burnt to dissolution.

Feet pricked by needles
that pierced my knees
to force my fall.

I am okay.

[hillwalker]

I think the opening verse is a little overwrought - not sure how a tongue can be jaded - but the rest of the poem is a brilliant analysis of ennui/depression/lethargy.

Glad you are better btw!

H

[Jack of Hearts]

Is this 'okayness' a sort of 'not really okayness but saying okay' kind of thing?

There's a kind of lovely balance in this...






J

[Fellsman]

Hi Revolte


I am very new on this site and just getting to read through some of the poetry (having posted a couple of my own just, as it were, to open my account). I won't nitpick over your choice of metaphor, but I actually could relate very well to this and think that your conveyed your feelings with a certain panache.


Regards

Fellsman