my ego wants me dead in ireland
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my attempt at deconstructing my experiences on my solo trip to ireland, and how ego can cause one's self destruction if you are left alone with it for too long.
Tires rang against the road in my eyes
The grinding of whetted knives
Tinnitus rings in my teeth
Threats are thought, silently
Back sores scream and swamp
Ass creeps through the carseat
In the beauty of County Mayo
I am it's tourist blemish
This trip was a supposed celebration
A turning of a page, a grasping of roots
Some sort of self discovery but I
Have always known myself
It rained at the peak of Eask Tower
The hag I feared had lived there
Stayed slumbering, or may be waiting
To follow me back to America, plotting
Stepping past the scattered sheep
Stumbling down muddied emerald hills
I was baptized in the petrichor
Wandering my way back to Dingle
Confronting my disharmony led
To a roundabout road to Bray
Climbing the crucifix hill to escape dread
As every life lived is just a single day
Copyright © B. Andrew Kelly | Year Posted 2024
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