The walls are closing in.
No matter what I say, I never win.
My life’s crumbling in my hands
Like it’s a stray rock, and I can’t see where it lands.
Everything’s falling apart before my eyes,
And only pain will arise
From the deep gash in my heart
That’s been there from the start.
I’ve lost control of everything,
And I’ve found myself envying
The freedom of my past
Away from the shadow that’s been cast.
Nobody can see
That the odds are stacked against me
If I try to stand, I’ll just fall
And it’s overwhelming, the weight of it all.
So I jot my feelings down in ink.
Otherwise I might be on the brink
Of giving up and giving in.
It’s not like I will ever win.
*ring* *ring* (A Facetime call)
Mom: “Hey hun, what’s up?”
Me: “Well, let’s see..
“We have an armed law enforcement that’s scared of the civilians they police.
One political party so corrupt it’s no longer interested in serving the people.
Half the population ignores the one real power mankind has - science.
Hackers shutting down pipelines, schools, hospitals and companies.
News networks that are allowed to just make up lies as “news”.
Half the population that’s determined to be uninformed.
Social media is destroying the minds of our children.
A political party that encourages its followers to die.
A world that’s quickly poisoning itself to extinction.
Religions that endorse obvious liars and guns.
An economy that depends on our self doubt.
Foreign enemies manipulating our elections.
A supply system on the verge of collapse.
A party encouraging resurgent racism.
A badly neglected infrastructure.
Inflation starting to heat up.
A near endless pandemic.
And a rape culture.”
Mom: after a moment of silence
“Have you been reading the news again? You KNOW you tend to obsess.”
Someone broke my best friend’s heart.
They’d been together throughout the entire lock-down.
And even though it looks like we’re entering a freer time,
he said it felt like she’d become part of the claustrophobia.
Explanations can snag on nerves like fishhooks.
'Neath this sod dwells Mavis who suffered many a phobia
Makes one wonder how she's handling claustrophobia
claustrophobia...
furniture hissing at heels
— kissing time away
8/22/2018
Clever words fly in quaint echoes,
Live in that spot with buzz and moan;
Aim for a high that grows and grows,
Urge for a plot when play sifts groans;
See surreal themes mock salient fact,
Touch feels so sore in vivid light;
Ride that strange dream that hides harsh tact,
Offer faint core in twinkling sight;
Preach if you must in hue and cry,
Hurl that bold flair that comes and goes;
Opt for a trust in profound sigh,
Be beyond airs in touchy show;
Instant the pitch of confused walk,
Attest to glitch where power talks.
Leon Enriquez
01 September 2015
Singapore
Had visitors over on the weekend
The subject turned to life's scary moments
At ten years old had a daredevil heart
Dragged this story out of retirement
Trembled like I was living it over again
With my good buddies Ken and Bob
Crawled into a narrow culvert on our bellies
Amazing how my heart still throbs
Your truly was first, then Ken, then Bob
Travelled twenty feet, then no choice
The way ahead was totally impassable
Screamed BACK UP with fear in my voice!
Ever experienced real claustrophobia?
There was no escape, no detour
Heart started beating like a damn trip hammer
Soiled my new knickers, for sure
Ever tried crawling backwards on your belly
A panicky feeling in your tummy
Bad enough, crawling backwards I mean
But embarrassing, I called for my mummy!
© Jack Ellison 2013
For a patch of happiness
you rushed into the arms
of clouds. Only to fall back with tears.
The glazing authority of moon
hangs on the poverty of spiked wisdom.
Betrayal is the norm of celestial thinking;
how can you accept a drop of death?
What is your motive
in watching the pain ?
A path, a tunnel,
a precipice. The collage of purity
has the innocence of sorrow.
And truth, sails like a phoenix.
There is complete silence.
The flameless fire collapses
lapping up the anger.
Pouring out all the heart beats,
emptying the mind
darkness lowers the wheels
between muscles and bones.
Your body is eaten half by dusty thoughts.
Claustrophobia chokes the little stanzas
you are afraid, some one cares for you.
Cannot
Long
Abide
Unusualy
Small
Type
Rooms.
Once
Panic
Hits,
Ones
Breath
Is
All gone.
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