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Oct 07, 2021
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I am borderline
I am a bottomless pit of needing,
A whirling torrent of over feeling,
The hellish hunger that goes unfed,
Pain and anger that never ebbs.
I am a vampire for your affection,
A martyr made from past rejection.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: I don't think this poem is finished but I wrote it the other day after one of my meltdowns
Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Geezer
3 years 9 months ago
I think that...
I would consider this poem finished, there doesn't seem to be anymore to say. I like the use of the sound-alike [fed] and [ebb].
I get the meaning behind the title and unless it becomes a mode of life; I wouldn't be concerned about it. Be kind to yourself
and give yourself the same affection that you are asking from others. ~ Geez.
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Candlewitch
3 years 4 months ago
dear Shelly,
oh yeah!!! I really, really love this poem! it goes right down to the bone! you are an inspiration!!!
*hugs, Cat
The Eccentric poet
3 years 4 months ago
Thankyou so much xxx
Thankyou im glad you enjoyed it