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The Shatter Point

Updated on October 1, 2012
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In point of fact

I find myself amazed

that I should feel so steel

when fire runs through my brain

my heart beats

lava and heated coals

but my extremities

far too non-responsive for my taste


Perversity as well as desire

cause me to cast these words

pointed but futile

midst ones and zeros

many far fairer then these

but for that

the value of which

I'm not ashamed


Would I,

these words would be better placed

but there are other projects

these words were meant to prime.

My pen was meant to grace these others

and these I find myself dreading

escaping from

even when their accomplishment

always fills me with sweet relief


What is to be done?

I know not how to drive myself

as I have been self driven before

I shudder to think

I am too burnt to move

life is long yet.


Yet discomfort and circumstance

is driving me to the edge

which edge I am not certain

hopefully not whence I have come from

but i feel

the heat rising

and the flesh cooling

building pressure

bringing me to my shatter point.

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    • Jaggedfrost profile image
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      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      sadness, ah well, I can always wrap about it here.

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      twolittlehands 5 years ago from Utah

      You need a vacation; but sadly, I don't think you will get one soon.

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      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      nighthag, I am grateful for you stopping by. The crazy thing about burning out is the intense internal struggle with trying to find what part of it is my bad or how to re-ignite.

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      K.A.E Grove 5 years ago from Australia

      Burning out can be shattering to everything around us not least to our own selves. an intense poem !