Blink and breathe
Seek reprieve
In land of lost and longing
Like a ghost, its body unbelonging
Through the cage
Of muddied craze
Buried dark and deep from seeing
A softer soul senses, end of being
Breathe. Keep breathing.
Diaphragm pushing.
Pump. Heart pumping.
Myocardium thumping.
The body is willing but the mind is stilling
It will be over soon, but what is for killing?
Who will win? Who will lose?
Born in chains, who gets to choose?
Fly me on sweet melodies to mystic moon
Far now from the ticking clocks at noon
Let me languish in a dream
Keep me softly from my scream
Plant picnics all around the land
Make warm my now iced touch of hand
With grasses waving and reaching trees
Kiss my cheek the warm and welcome breeze
Light wood to waken my cold thumping heart
Watch the flames dance and death depart
Bewitch me with sweet incense burning
Take me to the end of yearning
The body is willing but the mind is stilling
It will be over soon, but what is for killing?
Who will win? Who will lose?
Born in chains, who gets to choose?
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sylviasearcher (
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an interesting post.. more than just a tad dark around the edges... and crying out to be set free... maybe...
Oh and I thought this was a little more hopeful and light than my more recent ones...
It seemed a dark day on here for the ones that caught my attention anyway.
I’m working on setting something free.
Light or dark, who knows ...
A dark write but I detect the seedlings of hope sending roots in the desolate fields.
That’s what I thought too. Glad you noticed 😊
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