Gasp as the cracks torment
Opportunity dried up in an untouchable haze
The last element in my eye
I watch as it flutters to the heavens
Gasp as despair soars through my core
Entwined in euphoric whirl, coursing from my stomach
Caught like a fly, the web spins
I struggle to remain
Gasp through vomit stench
Fighting for nothing
Empty stomach, vacant dream
Filling with poisonous dark green bile
Pause, breathe
Clutch to any notion of life
Of hope, of possibility
How many times?
thanks for the pause and breathe...and the reminder there is hope...nice one shot.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of my younger days when I "clutched to any notion of life" and questioned "How many times?" will I put myself through feeling ill; ironically to forget I felt ill in the first place. Bold poem. Props for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteThanks guys. I'm glad you can both see a positive element in there somewhere and it isn't purely despair! Thank you for taking your time to have a read and comment. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful everything about this. Exemplary, intriguing.
ReplyDeleteWow- thank you Steve. That's very kind. :)
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