Whispers from the Cyclone
Through a masterful performance
I keep using
whatever poison is found around
to avoid abusing
my fragile psyche swirling inside.
The most sensitive
fragments my ego beholds are
of resistive
stubbornness and the negative
perspectives I hold.
“Get it together” and “Now”
I am told
after attempts to relate
with an embrace
miscarries the truth
about beauty and grace.
Forced, I listen intently
and dream of hope.
The brain heeds nothing
but this downward slope.
Without a timeless day ahead
I can’t equate
each dreadful decision made
to will or fate.
Positive regard trickles slower
as I drip
off of a ledge into free fall.
I only grip
what is in feasible reach of
the comfortable.
Depravity and gravity unites.
Barely audible...
to those overhead who witness me; ....
. ....now alone
Suspending....… all ideas in
the whirling cyclone
if for no other reason than
screeches
heard from the love left above:
Preaches.
Clarity escapes quickly though;
Echoes haunt the dark below
If I fall where shadows softly go,
will secrets rise from
depths
unknown?
3/28/2017
"on any subject" contest
long form
right side short form
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
