So what do I do with the angst?
Simmering just beneath the surface.
And what do I do with the anger
kept in check.
What do I do with the words held back?
Masticated and swallowed.
Rancid bile burning up my entrails.
And what do I do with the screams
the questions, the answers
the arguments, the defenses.
With the body of no vice,
the voice that's not allowed to rise.
Where do I drown the devil child
of my compliance?
Where do I bury it today?
Simmering just beneath the surface.
And what do I do with the anger
kept in check.
What do I do with the words held back?
Masticated and swallowed.
Rancid bile burning up my entrails.
And what do I do with the screams
the questions, the answers
the arguments, the defenses.
With the body of no vice,
the voice that's not allowed to rise.
Where do I drown the devil child
of my compliance?
Where do I bury it today?
4 comments:
"masticated and swallowed"
Digestion never sounded so interesting Nive! I think I GOT this poem in its entirety. The credit should go the writer for that!
Man, I was remembering Chilbil the other day ha ha. Chilbil! Love our craziness of those days!
The exact words i was searching for... My train to goa got cancelled today and am pissed off that i have to spend yet another weekend in this overpopulated city.. :(
Chandni: oh god chilbil! i want to go back to school man. it was so much fun :)
Ray: exact words u were searching for after a cancelled weekend trip?
did u like just read my mind???
couldnt have put al this in any better wrds!!!!
u write beautifully!!!
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