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IN MY OWN CITY
by Terry OlynikIn my own city
I have suffered
The ultimate scar.
My eyelids,
Fused by sound
Quiver rythmically -
Detonating
Waves
Of pain.
Implosions
Confuse me.
My heart
Shall soon
Be lowered
Into
The dreaded
Chasm
Of ignorance,
While my soul,
Alert
And raw,
Searches
Frantically,
For
The box of glory.
The colored liquids
Shall
Again infold me.
I am prepared
To be immersed.
In my own city.
09/12/1969 Posted on 11/05/2006
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/07/06 at 06:25 PM Does this mean you are going on a cheap or expensive drunk? Succinct and tragic portrayal in any event! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/29/06 at 05:52 PM A lot of power flows through this piece as I wonder at the meaning of "in my own city". There is a compelling dance going on between heart and soul here that is perhaps the universal inner search for us all. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/29/06 at 06:18 PM Terry, CONGRATULATIONS on POTD! It couldn't happen to a nicer guy. Yes, this could have several meanings, because of the emotional levels you write about.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 11/30/06 at 12:18 AM Congrats on POTD!! :) |
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