Poem - 25 January 2025, 13:03

Tusks Of Tomorrow

Gored by the long tusks of tomorrow
lying hungover...
head throbbing
dehydrated and exhumed

Painful memories of the night before
protrude through thoughts
like a starving artists ribcage

I am dead inside...
like a privet hedge
a green shell
with a barren rotten core

Moments of clarity
dance like carrots on strings...

Terminal lucidity
an occasional epiphany
the definition of insanity

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Poetry Genre:

Tragedy

Topic:

Reality

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sparrowsong25 January 2025, 13:15

HSyd...

Have A Beer...

Cure for a Hangover?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

Syd25 January 2025, 13:37

Hi Sparrowsong,

Thanks for reading and commenting, I'm glad you enjoyed this one. It's over a year old, a one which I posted on another site. I only ever drink on weekends now which is a step on the right direction. Unfortunately writing new material is proving very hard.

Hope you're keeping well

- Syd

Bernadete van d...25 January 2025, 13:32

This is very tragic, Syd. A sad read but with excellent lines..,”like a starving artist’s ribcage” and “like carrots on strings”.
May light enter through the cracks
dear poet.
Bernadete

Syd25 January 2025, 13:40

Cheers Bernadete,

I'm glad you picked up on those metaphors as I built the poem around them. This is an old write from over a year ago that didn't see the light of day on this site.

I hope you're keeping well.

- Syd

Nine Eleven26 January 2025, 01:05

Hi Syd, great poetry, even though you wrote it a while back, it still resonates with a present moment, nothing is in the past and nothing will ever be in the future, they don't exist, all that exists is now. Tomorrow never comes.

Syd26 January 2025, 14:08

Hi Gerard,

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed this one. Great comment! Much appreciated.

- Syd