Poem: Mutilation

I embrace 
this mutilation.

The torment
has tore me in two.
It's in the air I breathe
heavy, cold 
as snow this silence 
surrounding 
strangling
submerging me underneath.

Can't feel my right hand, 
I can't write
There's no righting 
of this kind of wrongness.

Linked to dverse: Monday Quadrille

M. Jay Dixit, 2021

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  1. This is deeply evocative, Mrityunjay! The poem can be interpreted in more ways than one, which is one of the many things I love about it. To me, it speaks of one struggling with finding solace in the clutches of agony or despair. 💝

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    1. I agree, Cindy😁 Although I tried to write this poem from the perspective of a person of a person who is dying, I tried to know what kind of thoughts would be goin on in his mind as he’s on his deathned. Dark I know! But I never saw that interpretaion until you pointed it out! It’s awesome ❤

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