Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Connected To the Disconnect

Grim grabs hold the spring 
strangling with a fervor 
as I grasp for another breath 
drugged and dragged 
six feet deep below 

Infected, I'm connected 
to the disconnect 
the treacherous and mundane 
a world's gone insane 

Astray, I wander in the wonders 
of an ever deciphering mind 
running out of time 
and patience 

Never at ease, thoughts freeze 
as pieces of me 
crack and crumble 
in this dismay called hell 

All my senses yell but I can tell 
nothing matters in this scheme 
running in a quick sand dream 
as the grains slip quickly by 

Trumpets call out under a grey sky 
solemnly veiled, another mother cries

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 18, 2018 at 9:26 AM Wrist wrenching melancholy. Potent ink!

Carl Fraser April 16, 2018 at 11:55 PM Hi Tim, i know its been long since i visited but returning to read this dark emotive write was a blessing. Your gift of deep expression is as clever as it is wise. Nicely done. Blessings Carl

Arthur Vaso April 16, 2018 at 10:50 PM I hope fiction, as most of your writes are of love, this is intense and emotional, but a great poem!

Charlie Smith April 16, 2018 at 3:30 PM The deeper you dig in the sand the faster the walls collapse, be well, Master Tim...

Jan Allison April 16, 2018 at 2:51 PM Oh gosh I have a huge lump reading your poem, such deep intensely sad imagery, suicide is so hard to come to terms with Tim:-( hugs Jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen April 16, 2018 at 2:50 PM - A deep and sad poem, Tim ... - Hope all is well with you - hugs // Anne-Lise :)