The Creeping Fear

Good poem.... not my style but its still pretty damn good

5 words.

how
do
you
do
it

I know all to well what would inspire you to pick such a topic. You're a human. A very intelligent one at that. What I can't figure out for the life of me is how you would ever use a curio cabinet to embellish a topic which is naturally invigorating to begin.

My mind is not blown in the slightest by the concept but rather your unwavering ability to take something so ordinary and manipulate it just so.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Refreshing. Fantastic. Have my babies. (Just kidding about the last part. Sort of.)

Well.....Wondering is good...however..
Trust me, you
are held together
by wood,
and by echoes, yes,
and
So much More
I personally cannot name but-
I Know.
'-)

I loved this, I saw a lot of potential meaning though. The first I saw was a metaphor being used. We all have that drawer that's cluttered with useless, random objects. I really loved that you used that as a metaphor here to advance the message that you really don't mean much to someone or anyone, for you question if you are those unmatched socks, etc. I also got another thought from this poem, that you feel like so much gets thrown at you, almost like if you're too nice you always get the bad end of the deal kinda thing. You feel discarded I suppose. Forgotten. I don't know. This poem really made me think although it was really straight forward. I like poems with potentially more meanings than one. Interesting to try to discover the true meaning. Thought provoking. Excellent.