For today’s prompt, write an afflicted poem. Someone or something that is afflicted is someone or something that is in a troubled, injured, or humbled state. Or distressed to the point of constant suffering and anguish. In other words, the perfect poem for a Monday, right?
AFFLICTED
by John Yeo
The liquid smooth and sweet,
Slides down to lower the inhibitions to a relaxed state.
I have another, then more,
The mellowing effect has tinges of sadness and anger.
The world has it in for me.
I enjoy the company of friends, we explore new tastes.
Different liquids mix and mingle, heightening the effect.
I sleep, then wake to a warm friendly situation.
I still feel the effects of the liquid
My mind is not in control.
I sense an easy target.
I explode screaming, hurtful, the damage is done.
I try to rationalise my sad angry reaction,
My outburst to a an unconditional love.
I feel deflated like a hot air balloon.
I cling to stupidity,
Irrational, individually interpreted rationality.
Too late, the perpetual damage is done.
Other minds took the situation in.
I feel heavy inside, my moment has left and gone.
Silence made a mockery of the effect.
The backlash to my unintelligent thoughtless attack,
Regret is pushed to the back of my mind.
I will drown the situation in more liquid.
I am sure the love is unconditional.
Copyright © Written br John Yeo ~ All rights reserved
by John Yeo
The liquid smooth and sweet,
Slides down to lower the inhibitions to a relaxed state.
I have another, then more,
The mellowing effect has tinges of sadness and anger.
The world has it in for me.
I enjoy the company of friends, we explore new tastes.
Different liquids mix and mingle, heightening the effect.
I sleep, then wake to a warm friendly situation.
I still feel the effects of the liquid
My mind is not in control.
I sense an easy target.
I explode screaming, hurtful, the damage is done.
I try to rationalise my sad angry reaction,
My outburst to a an unconditional love.
I feel deflated like a hot air balloon.
I cling to stupidity,
Irrational, individually interpreted rationality.
Too late, the perpetual damage is done.
Other minds took the situation in.
I feel heavy inside, my moment has left and gone.
Silence made a mockery of the effect.
The backlash to my unintelligent thoughtless attack,
Regret is pushed to the back of my mind.
I will drown the situation in more liquid.
I am sure the love is unconditional.
Copyright © Written br John Yeo ~ All rights reserved
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