Having been so long untouched,
I’d become a child beyond touch
and unclean.
So, when suffocatingly
roused from a nightmare of death
to unbreathable silence
in an oxygen tent, I cried
afraid of dying alone.
From somewhere
(outside of all darkness)
you appeared
(starched-pinafored and perfumed
a student nurse working nights
after classes)
bringer of light
restorer of air
redeemer.
At your spell, cool air whispered
around us, and you held me
despite my uncleanness
(and I felt
your heart
beating).
My tears eased a path for breath,
your fingers gentled my face,
and I fell back into sleep
at peace.
I have forgotten your name
but I remember your touch
and the silver nitrate stain
on your hand, a sky blue.
If I believe in Mercy
it’s only because of this:
You fearlessly touched one
whom others would not
and if God has a face
it is yours.
Categories:
suffocatingly, 2nd grade, childhood, cry,
Form: Free verse
When I do it I love me
When I don't I hate me
I am beautiful lying upon my bed
Open like a flower
But I'm dirty
And I won't reach heaven
How did I go bad?
Why did I go bad?
My curves resemble a goddess
Painted in watercolor
Worthy of museum
Then I’m nothing but a sinful woman
Slave of herself
Slave of a thought
Thought like a parasyte
I can't stand the burning
My legs shake as if it were winter
But the atmosphere is suffocatingly warm
Like the cup of tea I forgot to drink
No matter how connected to paradise I feel
I have assimilated that I will never get there
When I do it I love me
When I don't I hate me
Categories:
suffocatingly, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Words
Are not sufficient to express
The devastation waves that crashes
Into a dead wish
Exhaustion
Engulf the body of cocooning tiredness
To sprawl upon hard cold surfaces
Reimagine arms around
Cognizane
The lack thereof
Or rather the insufficient energy
Of helplessness wailing
Heat
The boilover pits of Dante's Inferno
Trickling forlorn perspire
Puff of hot breaths suffocatingly pants
Numb
Glazed vacant eyes pumps fuel
Creaking of vector gears
Dumb words spill as arbituary normalcy
Deadpan disguised as half truths
If words were to be expressed,I chose to be silent
If exhaustion means to live,I rather be dead
If to be held down and abide, I rather grovel while i weep
If heat is a normal occurance in a lifetime,I rather freeze to death
If my intelligence precedes your understanding,I rather play dumb
Categories:
suffocatingly, anger, anxiety, business, career,
Form: Free verse
I fear the woeful howling in the night
When the sky is dark, and I am lonely,
I close the shades to shut out the light
For all around me seems ugly, homely.
When the sky is dark, and I am lonely
I am suffocatingly wrapped up in myself,
For all around me seems ugly, homely,
I reach for the book of poems on my shelf.
I am suffocatingly wrapped up in myself
So, I must find another world to inhabit,
I reach for the book of poems on my shelf
I am lifted to a more satisfying planet.
So I must find this other world to inhabit,
Capture its pleasantries for my very own
I am lifted to a more satisfying planet,
And I shut out the stormy night’s moan.
Capture its pleasantries for my very own,
I close the shades to shut out all the light,
And I shut out the stormy night’s moan
I fear the woeful howling in the night.
written February 25, 2022
Categories:
suffocatingly, depression, fear, night, storm,
Form: Pantoum
He knocks my door wants my company to prayers park was was near to us.
We stepped out seeing thorns of different colors but from same source around us.
Suffocatingly we advance steps on bloody streets and hist atmosphere around us.
Worshipers were pierced by pellets and by bullets looking conflict like situation around us.
No one listen wail of martyrs mother only it was ecoing around us.
Brute force imbibe blood of innocents vampire like creations around us.
Intimidate unarmed civilians by trampling their lives really it was havoc around us.
All of our journey we feel hail of pain and graves around us.
We raise voice for justice and slogans of freedom against the culprits around us.
Result was excessive force spree of killings and blood stained walls around us.
On our most peaceful and disciplined protest they book us on sedition charges only cages are visible around us.
Slaughtering humans, abusing and detention is mainly answer of rulers for the people around us.
Their brute force cannot suppress our will, till almighty is with us and around us.
Categories:
suffocatingly, abuse, anger, betrayal, community,
Form: Epic
I quietly wait in the Silent Room...
It`s suffocatingly dark...
Strange melodies arise and arouse...
Only to be known by me...
As the darkness tries to envelope me...
Music is a barrier of light...
Choking out all darkness trying to seep in...
Protecting its child...
Music is a third family...
Sometimes comforting...
Sometimes awkward...
Always there, never far...
Humming, singing, drumming are like long lost cousins...
Welcoming us home...
So as I sing to the dark...
It slowly fades, then friends become visible...
Hand in hand we breathe music...
Patiently present, in the Silent Room...
Categories:
suffocatingly, childhood, friendship, music
Form: I do not know?