The Down-Trodden Sense
His knowledge catches fire.
A flame, a burning ache,
spreads from the scalp
to the sole of his mind.
Later, he finds that flame
dead in his distant daughter’s
wound. If he tells it aloud,
people will call him mad.
Feelings are sometimes
synchronized in the track
of telepathy. His mind
receives signals again.
His call surprises his
spouse beyond the sea
the moment she muses
about him. Cells of souls
merge together, sharing
the distant pangs and joys.
Mind has been linked
with extension cords.
It burns with the power of
deepest love. There’s a
down-trodden sense, waging
within for recognition.
First published in Scarlet Leaf Review, Canada.
Copyright © Fabiyas M V | Year Posted 2017
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