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and what is one to do? with but one life. marching like a machine. yet never becoming one. shouting. bumping. here: my fist. i raise it to the sky and shout obscenities. feel it. punch through. out. and destroy. i’ll make whatever way. until now. finally. pushing in on me. smiling. twitching faces. what should i make of you? darting eyes. and tears. shuffling up against my skin. squeezing the breath from my lungs. and crushing me like an ant. just by your casual movement. just by the space you take up. and the implicit demands you make on mine. nowhere to go. to hide. anymore. addicted to the food which magically appears. passed around for me to take a bite. and what should i do? what can i do? but dream. and speak to the smiling man in my head. as he throws the switch and now my face twitches too. waiting. and marching. and twitching. and i too. now. crushing the quiet ones. the ones with steady eyes. curious to know what they must be dreaming. different. i don’t know them either. yet i push against their skin. but not me. no. i twitch like you. safe that i am. that i know how to twitch: a coward. never suspecting what might be here. behind my too-quickly darting eyes: slow thoughts. contemplation. and burning hate. lurking for the moment. give me my space! it screams. and i twitch some more. hoping and praying. but knowing too much.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 5/11/2014 9:16:00 AM
wow what a thought process this one is... makes you dig deep... read between the lines... I wrote a poem abut Silent screams I will find and share it... but it could never touch this one this is amazing writing... dear Ben amazing hugs and lots of luv
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Date: 4/26/2014 9:31:00 PM
Your poem is a feast to dine upon Sam, filling in the blanks with my own interpretations, it could mean a number of things to different people. Uniquely you, and that is a good thing!
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Sam Toil
Date: 4/26/2014 11:18:00 PM
Thank you dear Connie for your kind comment:) Yes, there are "blanks" to fill in. I intended it that way. I only hope those blanks stimulate thought. Your friend;)...BH
Date: 4/26/2014 2:49:00 PM
Expressively strong! Is that turmoil that I feel enveloping these whereabouts? Do I have to stay quiet and listen or should I join in, raise my voice, make use of my space? Will have to read this a couple of times more...and then answer my own questions! cu around. // paul
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Sam Toil
Date: 4/26/2014 2:56:00 PM
Paul, I delights me that I have stimulated your curiosity! And I would be honored if you read my lengthy poem a few times more. I would certainly like to hear your thoughts after you mull it over. Peace...Sam
Date: 4/25/2014 6:07:00 AM
- Woooow ... a powerful poem, Sam - strong emotions - well done! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 4/24/2014 10:40:00 AM
Nowhere to go,hide any more-I like.
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Sam Toil
Date: 4/24/2014 10:49:00 AM
Muhammad, your are so kind. Thanks for stopping by and brightening my day. Peace...Sam
Date: 4/24/2014 8:38:00 AM
Simply marvelous Sam...You have an excellent way to describe you thoughts....Tim
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Sam Toil
Date: 4/24/2014 8:42:00 AM
I am humbled by your compliment, Tim. Thanks for stopping by. Peace...Sam