A Stupidity Poem: Partial Insanity

This is a poem I thought up and wrote last night in the dark in a car driving an hour across our state. As most of you know, I’m no poet, but if I can write a poem without rhyming words like “Scallop” and “Dollop”, I feel all right. So here it is:

I feel tied.
Like a shoe whose laces are just a little too short for the kind of knot the owner is tying,
I feel tied.
But why?

I feel chained.
Like an extremely strong ear with a lust for blood who has been captured by hunters because he tried to steal a stuffed wallaby,
I feel chained.
Again, why?

The bonds tighten.
Like one of those blood pressure gauging things that doctors use in my check-ups being operated by a hyperactive gorilla,
They tighten.
Do I die?

Shall I expire?
Like a bottle of milk that has sat on the back of the shelf of the refrigerated section of a little-frequented grocery store for too long,
Shall I expire?
Not I.

My bonds don’t tighten; I swell.
Like an already over-inflated balloon connected to a pump without an off switch, also operated by the aforementioned hyperactive gorilla,
I swell.
But why?

My skin bursts.
Like the semipermeable membrane of an egg sitting between the white and the shell when it meets with a craft knife at a high speed,
My skin bursts.
I don’t lie.

Look at me;
I’m free
From the mind
That may bind.
What greets me
Is insanity.

I return.
Like a spring-loaded yo-yo with a string made of rubber bands that is thrown straight up,
I return.
I sigh.

For a moment,
I am free.
This is my partial
Insanity.

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This is not written out of any experiences I have had; I just had the idea to make a poem with only a couple rhyming lines and huge similes between them. I started writing and it just popped out. It means exactly nothing.

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  1. That was… I don’t know what. A good what, whatever it is. I’d say “very enjoyable”, but that sounds kinda lame.

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  2. Haha. Interesting is probably the word. Good in an odd way. You should write more poetry anyway, I liked it. 🙂

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