When the lights go out
I’m left with a lack in me
like damage dwells in my knee
Is it pain or upward spinal ecstasy?
Playing catch up to my thoughts
An utter abandon of pride
Shudder and stutter in speech
All the ravens waiting for me
In the painting of my life
lies a dark centre amidst delight
Melancholic bitter sweet flight
A confident self so shy and sullen
Disconnected identity
when all there’s left is me
when all I am is revealed
All the praise i cannot believe
until i find the strength
to let it come from me
Until then i give in to
Mystical Psychosis dreams
[523] Count Me Out
13 responses to “[523] Count Me Out”
Love the poem and the picture.
Thank you John 🙂
“Upward spinal ecstasy” – that is just genius, my friend. I love the authenticity and paradoxes in this piece, it truly is such a gift to read you again. Your words touch the soul in a special way…and that last stanza encompasses this piece perfectly 🤍🤍
Thank you so much you kind soul :’)
Wonderful piece
Thank you Chris!
You’re so welcome Rahul😀
All the best to you and your inward journey. I wish you peace. 🙂
Thank you so much Julie 🙂
Beautiful the evocative nature of this piece and the feeling of completion at the end! <3
Thank you Layla. Much appreciated 🙂
Beautiful writing. ❤️
Thank you Bridgette 🙂