The Eccentric poet
The Eccentric poet
Oct 07, 2021

I am borderline

I am a bottomless pit of needing,
A whirling torrent of over feeling,
The hellish hunger that goes unfed,
Pain and anger that never ebbs.
I am a vampire for your affection,
A martyr made from past rejection.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I don't think this poem is finished but I wrote it the other day after one of my meltdowns

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?

Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Lichfield UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Oscar Wilde

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Comments

Geezer

I would consider this poem finished, there doesn't seem to be anymore to say. I like the use of the sound-alike [fed] and [ebb].
I get the meaning behind the title and unless it becomes a mode of life; I wouldn't be concerned about it. Be kind to yourself
and give yourself the same affection that you are asking from others. ~ Geez.
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Candlewitch

oh yeah!!! I really, really love this poem! it goes right down to the bone! you are an inspiration!!!

*hugs, Cat