Poetry, My Life Sustaining

When your breath you are not feeling and your heartbeats you stopped hearing When who are around you, you are not seeing and your very missed world started objecting When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging and you wonder if your compass you are following When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging and you keep for a magical elixir looking When the touch of a dried inflamed pen burning and you can grasp the nature of your suffering When alluring wonders in silence you keep admiring and the words within you are still and hiding When you muse and long for verse reciting and the Muse of poetry, your soul invoking When to all the missing links I am yielding as every ounce of me aching for poetry, my life sustaining. August 5th, 2020