me, 30, perpetually congested
bloodshot. spotty. under-cautious
cottonmouth foggy too much
air in my brain- teary, fearful
of the future
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
me, 30, perpetually congested
bloodshot. spotty. under-cautious
cottonmouth foggy too much
air in my brain- teary, fearful
of the future
Fantastic poem! I like the use of single vivid words and short staccato phrases to convey the sensation of being congested. I also like the way you end with an opening into discomfort about the future. Great poem!