I Feel
I feel…I feel just like an eelAs I writhe through my mindCoiling in and out of lairsWhich churn and turnIn milky grinding suffocationWithin a silken sunken chestVapors form a vestWhich feels the bestMy eyes hiss and sputterI shudderCan’t say whyI sit and cryWhispering silly thingsOf feet that singAnd gossamer-wingedMaidens of impassioned sighOf spittle sizzling on your chestLike my misty vestWhich feels the bestFrom my silken sunken chest
Copyright © 1984 Sean P. Pratt, all rights reserved
The Origin Story: This poem was taken from one of my art pads during my Lost years. I always preferred to have rhymes and meter in my poems. Some poems I do try a bit too hard to make it fit within the poem's theme, but if you read through it and open your mind to the poem, you will see what I imagined, felt, and saw. When this poem was written I was heavily influenced by Jim Morrison and Lewis Carroll.