Here’s something interesting: I decided to do today’s “madness” prompt, so I picked a form called a paradelle (which has an interesting history, having been originated as a joke/parody form), thinking “I’ll probably hate this, but I bet it would be well-suited to the subject matter,” and… I kind of wound up really having fun with it? Who knew?
Anyway, here’s Wonderwall the poem.
Sometimes I Cannot
Sometimes I lose my words, my tongue grown thick and dumb.
Sometimes I lose my words, my tongue grown thick and dumb.
My thoughts whir around like static on endless loops.
My thoughts whir around like static on endless loops.
Sometimes I lose my thoughts, like thick and endless loops grown static.
My words whir around on my dumb tongue.
I cannot feel for the numbness beneath my skin.
I cannot feel for the numbness beneath my skin.
A tremble in my bones like cold leeched in through floorboards.
A tremble in my bones like cold leeched in through floorboards.
The floorboards tremble; for numbness leeched in through my bones,
in like cold I cannot feel beneath my skin.
My senses can’t be trusted, they only betray.
My senses can’t be trusted, they only betray.
A seizing pain in my chest the only thing that’s real.
A seizing pain in my chest the only thing that’s real.
My chest seizing, trusted in only my senses
(Be they a thing that’s real). Only the pain can’t betray.
My pain loops on through, like my endless thoughts;
The numbness a thing that’s grown in my chest,
My dumb tongue seizing. I lose my senses, tremble and whir like thick static:
for only cold in my bones, leeched in around the floorboards;
Only I cannot feel real beneath my skin.
Words can’t be trusted. They betray.
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