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My Head Is a Monster

My head is a monster my monster's a head
it's clawing and tearing my right mind to shreds

My heart is a devil, it fights just for hell
my lovesick affection is not doing well

My lungs are my prison, they keep me held in
they won't let me breath nor escape panic's din

My feet are my anchor, which should keep me from frowning
but anchors are not very helpful when drowning
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 5, 2017 at 10:20 PM
"!"... What can I say but well said. Adding to fave list...
Nomaly  Avatar
February 5, 2017 at 10:27 PM
Aw thanks! And thanks for the encouragement on my other poems as well. I like yours too btw! I think I favorited one
Rebstock Avatar
June 18, 2016 at 7:21 PM
Creative way to express strong negative emotions.
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