Of Poetry and Sound: Raw Free Verse of an Overthinker
Coursing
Curdling
Venom through my veins
Like the defenses of a snake
taking a bite in the face of adversity
Bile rising up
The emotions rot when
they are forced back under
with weighted chain, no key
A bottled ship too big for the glass
yet unable to escape
Sensible, Nonsensical
Logic Unreliable
Will not compute
Harder to refute
The many little things
A thousand cuts, compounded
The oh so big things
Deeper wounds, but slowly so
When I behold you, I see the sun
You’re like the rays beating down on lapping water
Warming the surface and streaming through to caress the coldest depths of my sorrow
It may never be down here what it could up there, trapped within the forboding depths of my mind
But because I know you, I know warmth all the same…
In a world of endless information, we are part of the ever-expanding internet era. The soft glow of our phone’s light may caress our face as head meets pillow, but inevitably it keeps us up later at night when we find falling asleep nearly impossible. The snake and the tail, oxymoron becometh, it succeeds in perpetuating a cycle of worsening sleep habits that lead us to pull out the phone in bed. I’m guilty of it, so so guilty of it.
Isolated, the barren tundra
In a room, in a crowd
Echoes of inclusion
Seen outside in, infinitum
Surrounded
Alone
Forever sentenced to self
Running on empty,
With nothing left to give.
Smiling,
Weights on each corner.
A fragmant of my former self,
A starved ghost. Barely me.
Turned to autopilot,
Coasting with fumes.
I’m older now, aged decades in years.
Not so naïve to the way we cover our sorrow with smiles.
Opinions tinkering in my mind
Bubbling up, to share to an empty audience
Kindled Shadow Poetry