On The Bevel Of A Moonbeam's Edge
I search in vain
for some incantation I can invoke
to leverage my psychosis into a semblance of sanity.
The illusion, like my delusional sense of purpose,
has lost its appeal.
On the bevel of a moonbeam’s edge -
derelict of enchantment,
perceptions distort thoughts sliding on a fragment of reality,
contorting the cosmos of my mind like a maze of fun house mirrors,
leaving me teetering on the splintered brink of a sinkhole
without a resolution.
June 5, 2019
~ Tenth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
*required words: psychosis, leverage, fragment, bevel,
derelict, resolution, sinkhole, illusion*
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2019
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