Alone in the dark
mutilated, reaching out,
spiraling into the dark abyss
desperately clawing for a lifeline.
Miasma of dreams
snatches of memories,
out of the hippocampus, reeling
drowning the light.
The struggle for life,
grasping, reaching out desperately
at last straws of hope
unfettered and unwilling.
Darkness fades
she comes back to life;
homeostatic, self-therapy
the will to live and shun alonenessPhoto by Midnight-digital
Stunning imagery, wow! The poignant emotions rip through the heart. Very well expressed.
ReplyDeleteHi Joan,
ReplyDeleteThanks, I'm honored to have you here. All the best.
why do I have a feeling that I was looking through the window of an operating room?
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my vocabulary is growing once more, Jen :)
Touche, Roy. Bala mu....lol..Cheers.
ReplyDeleteIt's as if I were looking at the digital reading of your blood pressure. :) Take care always.
ReplyDeleteHello Jan,
ReplyDeleteThanks, you take care too. All the best.