solitary confinement
By freudian-slip
I want to explain,
that what others might perceive as a gift,
just might be,
the vacancy that has become my spirit.
Can I close my eyes and vacuum-pull myself far back into a time,
where the idea of loving for the moment,
was as simple and thoughtless
mindless and innocent...
as breathing?
Intuition-felt danger,
acid potent and stinging my puzzle piece missing heart-
SCREAMING
Yellow light blinking fingertips,
that ache to glide against your unknown skin
love all of you,
and taste every scent.
If I take away, this almost-moment,
I could still have the chance to say I was right.
No pain endured,
and self preservation prevails
despite being masochistic.
Learn to trust a not so basic instinct.
But then what's left of me,
this God given gift,
is complete and solitary,
confinement
Comments on "solitary confinement"
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On Friday, April 11, 2008, colorapathy
(50) wrote:
I really enjoyed reading this.. a kind of stilted rhythm that goes very well with the over all emotion of the piece and the pain expressed in it.
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On Friday, April 11, 2008, colorapathy
(50) wrote:
also.. some of the expressions in this are incredible. over all, very good.