from these dubious thoughts
from this breathing that stings
from the futures i lost
release me
from this toxic hope
from the hours long dead
and the needs they evoke
free me
from this mud in my veins
this unweary withdrawal
and its ruthless reign
find me
in the maze of your being
throw me out
and forbid me
to slip back in
to slip back
to slip
a melodic composition
but i'm not a singer
don't listen with your ears
listen with your soul
7 comments:
There is no rescue from the miraculous - nor release from the soul's secret longings - without the key to liberty, its door cannot swing open - you always have that key - you seem to have a map, I'm constantly amazed - come and go as you please.
Deep powerful words - CarolinaZ
Thank you.
sometimes I am afraid to blink when I read your poems. . . Thank you for writing as much as you do. It's a pleasure to visit your blog and read.
Incredible poem! I really appreciate this one. Very very well done.
I've given you an award at my blog "OCD Lives Here".
As always your poetry Carolina is full of marvelous images that amaze me.
"This toxic hope"
"This mud in my veins"
The lines are genius!
NathanKP - Imagination Manifesto
LOVE the voice - it has a mystical Eastern quality - perfect intonation - a treat CarolinaZ - thank you.
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Love what you've done with the assonance here. Little bit of quirky music that makes the words ring like a hidden chime. Bravo!
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