Pressed
 

Small note: It's been a long time since I've written, but I'd love to hear your thoughts. The more brutally honest the better, I'm looking for constructive criticism (or you can just tell me it sucks :lol: )

Cursed like fallen mesh, this taste
curls and blights the time away. This fist
with flesh I'll clash and hiss and flail my nest of broken
pledges, shift and summon, cull and list,

laced, maybe veined, with apathy;

or press. Recant your thrust, my next and sloven satisfaction; fade

I cast about and ponder
long moments of pacing hang on mired plush homely ebon eyes. I try
and still the mutual
fractional
change can callous assurances white and sour in the brazen autumn air

your hale and solid breathing in the brazen autumn air

Latent strains hollow entrails ample stealth
why fear? Why surmount when right here, if basking, hang-dog, the slants of light just fail.

Watching absent answers sear and pack fright through old oleander rasping.

Trace this knuckle with an avid whisper mend and cockle wan December mesmerizing sight and flounder aghast the time has come to sunder pickled in this milled endeavour hasten lisps into the ether yesterday when

my arms

were sore, I pressed more.

Your mind sounds like it goes a thousand miles an hour sometimes. Reminds me of someone I know.....
I am not a professional writer, so I cannot give critisism, espically about this piece. All I know is this piece sounds like a guy that has been beaten down, has a lot going against him, but through it all he wont give up. I liked it, I had to read it over and over.
Thanks for sharing