Weird Poem - Ryan Sue
I know its weird its supposed to be about instincts and someones experiences of the different perceptions of instincts - biologically integrated, learnt, controllable/uncontrollable etc... anyway yet to be continued and context changes throughout the poem from survival - civilized daily life where instincts exist.
Instincts
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Sweat, pain, fear, we have yet to control,
Not one, not two or three but all of these reactions.
Do we seek control?
Or submit as a whole?
Listen to the gut I say, listen to the gut.
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The thunder comes, I shiver, I hide, I run –
Cover my ears, the boom, clap, clap of the angry deity is followed by the tears of a goddess.
I’m drenched. A splash of sea spray sticks to my raw eyes, water-falls from them.
Uncontrollable.
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I’m starving, stomach rumbling in rage.
I hear a voice, it tells me
“Don’t give up,”
But I’m lost, I’m lonely – dispirited like god’s empty cup.
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I hear rummaging through the bushes,
My eyes spin, my skin ripples with bumps.
I try to pace my breathing, so loud it dampens the sound around,
And it stares, it glares, red eyes like a pair of blood moons make me sweat.
I cannot help but feel myself give into adrenaline,
and before I know it i’m hit by a huge force.
But I forget the pain, what pain, no pain, I run.
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I reach a sandy shore -the sun beaming in my eyes,
Hope I see, hope, but my gut tells me lies.
I can’t help but squint from the bright light,
It beams down as exhaustion gets to me,
Oh no more, no more, my body drifts to sea.
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I wake up in a hospital my brain in a mix; my senses dull.
A figure in a white coat asks me -
“Do you remember anything?”
But my mind is a mess a colorful blur
I don’t want to answer, I want to deter.
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The truth...
My heart tells me yes,
my mind tells me no,
but it’s not right to lie,
isn’t that so?
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It’s too late, I've lied
and as much as I didn’t want to
I know that my honesty has died.
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That’s life away from society,
living in the wild, one lone child.
I taught myself, taught?
It came to me, the power,
the need, desperation, it got to me
and naturally, without thinking,
I became one with the tree,
nature and life.
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10 years later, here I am.
A new being, a purpose in life,
something they call religion,
my soul as free as a pigeon,
fly away, fly free.....
