It started as a whisper, faint,
A voice that slithered through my brain.
Not my own, but just as clear,
A presence lurking ever near.
At first, a shudder down my spine,
A fleeting thought that wasn’t mine.
Hands that moved without command,
Footsteps shifting in the sand.
My mouth would form a stranger’s sound,
Words escaping, unprofound.
My mirror’s face, though still my own,
Reflected something not alone.
I fought with will, with endless dread,
A war inside my weary head.
Yet every day, it took its claim,
My mind was dark, my soul felt maimed.
And then one night, no battle came,
No voice, no force, no phantom’s name.
Just silence where the echo stayed—
Was I the one who’d been betrayed?
Had I fought, or had I fled?
Was I me… or was I dead?
Categories:
unprofound, confusion, dark, deep, evil,
Form: Rhyme
I always think about the first time we danced
The first time me met wasn't luck it was chance
You're an amazing person, so gentle and kind
One thing I can say is that you're constantly on my mind
I love being around you and I love your touch
I will never lie, hurt you and such
Our conversations and times together are out of this world
The way you look at me at times make me blush like a little girl
You're so soft and comfortable to be around
The way you make me feel is unprofound
These things I write and what I say
Are true to the fact on this very day
I think about you more than I should
Between me and God it's understood
I'm here for you anytime you need
Just know you have my heart, yes indeed
Categories:
unprofound, anniversary, appreciation, care, engagement,
Form: Rhyme
Something that's seemingly so
unprofound,
Like a distance divided by time,
Is becoming a barrier that has me
unbound,
As I leave it trailing behind...
Once I am able to get enough speed,
Increasing and gaining momentum,
The physics that own me cannot
superceed,
Or re-write the laws with intention...
Breaking the crest the distance seems less,
At a point that becomes my horizon,
Traveling just to reach the egress,
Of a spot I'm keeping my eyes on ...
I slowly surpass what's ahead so its last,
Leaving sound so I can announce it,
But when you ask I'll already have passed,
By the time it takes to pronouce it...
Then slowly. I turn and notice the burn,
Of a shockwave trying to match me,
That's when I learn to stop and discern,
What I say before it can catch me ...
Categories:
unprofound, introspectionme, me,
Form: Light Verse