Abstruse

lenamarieherrera95
Jun 5, 2024
1 min read

i hope you feel all i’ve felt

i hope your chest closes up and you can’t breathe

i hope you’re so full of fear it paralyzes you and you can’t even get up off the couch

i hope you lie there and rot and cry for days on end

i hope you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel

i hope you feel so low and hopeless that you’d rather die than suffer through another fucking day

then

maybe you’ll understand me.

1 Comment

Mick Heberly

Jan 12, 2025

I love a poem that introduces a word, then explores it poetically. You did just that here. I always look at capitals on I or i to determine what is being conveyed. Perhaps though, last line, 'you' may never understand 'me'. If so, has being abstruse become comfort, home?

The interplay between i and you conveyed loneliness, and could be looked at all on it's own.

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