Trapped

By Malcholm Dark

I am a coconut wrangler
In the shadows of my mind.

I make needles for haystacks
The kind nobody can find.

I make travel plans for lemmings
Let the secular migration begin.

I reminisce on Rorschach's inkblots
Folded over and colored herein.

I am more alive than you are
Although you could never tell.

I feel the world around me...
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Trapped within my living hell.

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Published on Tuesday, March 1, 2011. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

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Comments on "Trapped"

A former member wrote: I really enjoyed this. Very unusual imagery. "I make travel plans for lemmings" Love that line and the ending.
On Tuesday, March 1, 2011, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

Such intriguing thoughts, needles in haystacks, travel plans for lemmings, inkblots. Wrangling coconuts in the shadows of your mind, like wandering thoughts searching for answers? Write on.
A former member wrote: I saw Willard in these words, for some reason.... put the lime in the coconut.... the tequila in the glass haha wrap that world up in joker and stick a flame to his ass .... cheers man.... this had a goat-footed feel to it... stay strong, bottoms up!
A former member wrote: really good i liked it