Am I

Few Poems That Have Been Gliding Off My Pen

Here are a few under-construction poems that have been gliding off my pens lately.  I haven't been up to posting them until now.  I figure I should take 5 minutes to post and various hours revising and editing later.  My philosophy is this: It doesn't have to perfect.  It has get written and then....let the magic begin.   So here are few:

Am I

I am a scratch post

Glass house

Boulders in hand

Scatter my world

Crumbling, bumbling, stumbling

Crash through my world

Vandalized-home invasion

Hit straight through the heart

Full out blatant assault

I am a punching bag

for you 

and all your

pent up 

frustrations

Trespassed

building that has imploded

here I lay

beneath

the beams, debris

mangled mass

unimaginable

torture

beneath

the crazy unfounded criticism 

confinement

I am

forbidden contagion of CDC

your unrelenting vitriol

spewing from all sides

that rancid acid

burning through and through

singeing, protruding, permeating

languishing in this malicious muck

gasping, laboring

grappling

I am

existing

surviving

yet striving

to overcome 

overwhelm

triumph

in the midst 

of these asinine ashes

I 

am