A Sense of Discomfort

[PondWater]

A Sense of Discomfort


man spits on the cringing world
he's seen nothing he can't understand
which has made him madder 
than what his mother made him
putting him to bed
to a story of time's turning hand
molesting his mind insane
like asking a child questions
to answers he already knows

So Im new to all this, here are my thoughts... Its wonderful that you have fit so much contrast and conflict and freedom in such a short smooth and wrapped up poem. The anger and finality of the man, made real and relatable by the imagery of childhood, and tied together with some inescapable conflict, it feels hopeless in some strange calming way to me. The title adds some perspective i think, just a sense and only discomfort really... 

I wonder, did it alone make him madder than his mother did in comparison, or did his mother make him mad and it then made him more mad?

For me L7 could use another look. It seems unnecessary in such a short poem. I guess it does discomfort the childhood element, but it doesnt seem to fit with rest, which is so innocent and fragile. That powerful flip from love to hate is what i enjoyed.