Traumatic Brain Injury
as I lay beneath the twillight
of my perpetrual youth
why under a knights cloak
I'd withered very quickly
saddled beyond self an unconscious
metaphor idealistically reaching for
melancholy congressional desires
morbid meetings of the mind
I could only invision
through dark windows
in my head I'd drifted
calmly into madness into a sheer
sleep state of awareness
a rapture of small panting's
kept me ajar amidst the emptiness
of bruised brain matter so well crafted
while dreaming in pieces
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2012
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