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This my entry for scuzzy & jamesgetsit's poetry slam contest, sponsored by DSound, prc, smacommunity, seveaux & chiefmappster. The poem addresses issues around how depression can make you feel in battling yourself. Please do not worry about me, I am not currently in that mid-state. This poem is a reflection drawn from past experience and is deeply personal. Although it's a little dark, I hope you enjoy.
I beat my head against the wall,
these rotten welts of thought
wrought from hollow echoes,
rumination, rhythmic in sciamachy.
Polluted by voices resonating,
gestating doppler effect,
I reject the shadows flitting,
scheming sciamachy.
I see black marks for eyes,
the mirror feeds lies
of humanity in this sleeve
of dead unyielding grief.
Breath rattles, as I battle
the several selves, awareness
enmeshed in gibbering, quivering;
ensnared by sciamachy.
Blood rent arms, farm scars
like tracks of a plough through earth,
while the other me blames life,
and birth for this sciamachy.
Hissing whispered whines;
'why don't you just find,
a hole and bury yourself alive.
Breath the soil, let maggots shrive
your skin away in waves of rage.
Assuage those others,
your sisters and brothers,
of ego and id, determined
to shed skin, reject hope
in sciamachy.'
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