Ah, it was weekend angst, but it's from old salt. Poetry is pretty loose, and whatever the reader gets out of it is valid and legitimate.
In general, the vitriol is powered by my bad thoughts from high school days and those lonely, early years in the workforce where I'd be bitter about everyone and their happy lives and families and girlfriends and whatever, and I'd be bitter about what little I had to offer or could bring to a relationship except bad thoughts and darkness, and I had a fear that I would drag her down with me.
Old thoughts though, although I do still have nightmares about high school at times, even 25 years removed.
Ooo. Not the original intent, but certainly would work there too. Thanks for reading :)
Curious as to the original intent. I always feel like there's a layer I'm missing with poetry. Lots of angst on a Monday morning.
Ah, it was weekend angst, but it's from old salt. Poetry is pretty loose, and whatever the reader gets out of it is valid and legitimate.
In general, the vitriol is powered by my bad thoughts from high school days and those lonely, early years in the workforce where I'd be bitter about everyone and their happy lives and families and girlfriends and whatever, and I'd be bitter about what little I had to offer or could bring to a relationship except bad thoughts and darkness, and I had a fear that I would drag her down with me.
Old thoughts though, although I do still have nightmares about high school at times, even 25 years removed.