Thursday, April 26, 2018

remembering path...

When trying
bleeding your path
left goes first,
right remembering
vulnerability…
persisting to face
for how long?
until pain overcome
releasing it
moaning loud

the neighbors' sigh
in turmoil
what she’s up to
kids keep playing
a cacophony of ‘I am’
tongue touches
the top palate
thoughts disappear
who knew it’s
silence inside

white noise,
vacuum,
mentality spikes
and ready for
alienation
to clear the soul
eternity river
returning back to a body
it’s cold, it’s odd, it’s cracked,
the holes sigh
mistrustfully…
hey, you, what the 
light you brought,
we burnt it
yesterday…


*Image Source: CCO Creative Commons

4 comments:

  1. Burnt out sure can be no fun as the body gets taken to task while we try to hide it with a mask.

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  2. Greetings Humbird. I enjoyed reading your poetic-piece, well done. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.

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  3. mistrustfully… hey, you, what the
    light you brought, we burnt it
    yesterday

    Burnt out? Perhaps take a breather to give out the best later. Nice hearing from you, humbird!

    Hank

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  4. Grateful for comments! Nice to see you all as well :)

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