Darren White Poet Free verse

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Oh, and people, before your imagination goes haywire: the tags on this poem are:

#metaphor, #poetry and #words

So this is not about a specific person or persons.

Now go figure me out ;)

I Miss You

I am stuck here
find myself in vortices 
that tear in two ways
left
right
torn asunder

Flooded feelings
but I miss you
I miss you
does that mean I am back?
Let me be me
don't pull on me
or push

Let me sit
upright
or squat
or everything in between
without questioning

Don't make me
spiral out of myself
lose control
be pushed under
to never emerge

Don't stick needles in me
or pins
or feed me vials of poison
I didn't ask for

If you can do that
then consider me back

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August 3, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

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Shubham Pal Chowdhury October 2, 2017 at 5:36 AM Dude this is amazing Darren White October 2, 2017 at 10:28 AM Thank you so very much :)

Patricia Cresswell August 27, 2017 at 4:59 PM I love penguins they have so much oersonality and strength. They have too,``````````` look at where they live and, I might add, thrive. I think I know whom you are addressing. The only thing I can say is surround yourself with people who love and support you the rest don't matter one d!@#$% bit. Patricia Cresswell August 28, 2017 at 1:05 AM Oh dear my finger must have slipped. Yikes!!!!!!! Darren White August 28, 2017 at 12:35 AM I love the strong words there :) Thank you!

Agnes Krampe August 3, 2017 at 10:01 PM Just be you, Darren. Don't let anybody do these things to you. I love your poem. Darren White August 4, 2017 at 12:23 AM I will try, Agnes, isn't always so easy. Thank you :)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 3, 2017 at 9:09 PM Piroet write on! Darren White August 4, 2017 at 12:22 AM I will ma mo, merci :)

Heidi Sands August 3, 2017 at 8:11 AM It sounds like someone hiding from a bad experience with doctors, mentally and wanting their self back . Which, I could see how that could happen, even if totally wrong ! Darren White August 3, 2017 at 1:51 PM I always like it if someone finds meaning in what I write :) Thanks Heidi.

Winged Warrior August 3, 2017 at 8:04 AM What!...Daren is back!...Oh ok...write on my friend...god bless...^WW^ Darren White August 3, 2017 at 1:50 PM Yeah, but I was only taking a break :)

Kim Rodrigues August 3, 2017 at 7:41 AM An emotional write, dear Darren Darren White August 3, 2017 at 1:50 PM It is, Kim. Thank you

Tim Smith August 3, 2017 at 5:21 AM You can carry us, can turn on us, but as Arnold says "I'll be back" . I love your personification...my favorite type of poem Darren White August 3, 2017 at 6:10 AM Thanks so much my friend <3

Maria Williams August 3, 2017 at 5:09 AM Do not give up your pen Darren, you were born to write....Maria Darren White August 3, 2017 at 5:13 AM Thanks Maria, I promise I won't stop writing.

Lin Lane August 3, 2017 at 3:55 AM I love your sassy poet's notes, Darren. lol I hope those timbers Budgie mentioned are strong enough because your pen certainly is. You're one of a kind. Darren White August 3, 2017 at 5:13 AM ;) Budgie named me Duir, I'm a strong oak, I can build bridges. Thanks Lin.

White Wolf August 3, 2017 at 12:57 AM Clear as a bell to me! Pontiff Duir! The bridge builder! Made of Royal Oak! I know this timber is not generally used for bridges, but this is a special imaginative bridge! Darren White August 3, 2017 at 1:17 AM And thanks for 'asunder' Budge :) Darren White August 3, 2017 at 1:12 AM And a sturdy one too for that matter LOL Thanks Budgie :)