February 28th, 1968

rew4er2nail

A turning point with
advantage of 20/20 hindsight
identifies severe dislocation
birthing emotional plight
intervening years since psyche wrenched
by rather innocuous event at first sight


exaggerated haunting shadows
sparred illuminated by dim backlight,
now conviction hammered home startdate
coffin unwittingly nailed airtight
death of spontaneous bright
eyed bushy tailed


spunkiness extinguished
gored me lifeless,
asper bloodless bullfight
all entrails left intact,

and no obvious insight
fledgling, negligible, tentative... 


flickering soon snuffed out light
describing nascent ability to delight
no longer extant within my
then young featherlight
undersized physical height
complemented with familiarity of shyness,


no recall red flagged
a lad in capable to smite
an unmanageable all consuming debacle
in retrospect unable
to coax forthright
severe retrogression, retribution, retraction...


unleashed nefarious sprite
occasioned when father and mother

aloft in their prime topflight
ages buying dreamhouse did excite
unaware psychological convulsions
would forever roil sole son


darkened to midnight
impetus to live defeated

with abandoned might
nonverbal communication,
would soon reveal, how expert playwright
stymied to comprehend

tote toll impact, and mortality craved,
nee stole perky me overnight

linkedin to poorly acclimating
moving away from familiar digs right
into the waiting maws of shipwreck
forever stranded, where no searchlight

rescued malicious conjurer's wicked sleight
of hand prestidigitation rocketing me
into infinitely far orbital spaceflight
an untethered ball of skintight
grateful dead lovely bones.

 



 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2019 15:11
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • psychofemale

    a very interesting read 🙂

    • rew4er2nail

      tis an honor to receive positive feedback, which inexorably turns the (red) tide of flailing in the deep sea of decades long encrusted obliviousness to how this fella succumbed to to mental, physical, and spiritual strife. I consider spilling forth psychologically tortuous yowling as cathartic, emetic, holistic...and experience a twittering shutterfly resonating throughout the strife riddled soul of mine. nothing to buoy the heart of this beastie boy then unexpectedly beholding unsolicited gluten free, and NON GMO praise worthy feedback.

      thank you much!



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