Withdrawal

rebmasters

My head is a wasteland;
exploded, scattered with detritus,
a bomb gone off
& left.
Silence evades
the place
that longs for peace.
Thoughts can be heard;
words flung into the air,
hover up there
screaming.
Numb tastes so sweet
arriving ahead of trailing pain,
like dusk
without a face;
in between place
of calm;
your eye
amidst the storm
& with it all
that withdrawal
makes me meeker,
bleaker.
I look at you
& laugh
because
what else is there to do?

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 28th, 2021 01:57
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Numb tastes so sweet, arriving ahead of trailing pain, like dusk
    but - without a twilight face;
    in between place
    of calm: your eye
    amidst the storm
    & with it all, that withdrawal
    makes me meeker, ever bleaker.'
    (forgive my rudeness, dear Poet
    I just couldn't resist
    what a great write!)
    damn, you're just getting better and better
    sadly, I'm sure you've noticed the more abstract and poetically elevated your wording is
    the less enthusiasm, for your brilliance, but know
    that's nothing to do with you
    its just, modernity has made us all lazy
    and people are tired of 'thinking'
    and more morbidly
    most of us, have been 'conditioned'
    to not, think
    for ourselves
    and so, when people find a challenging read
    sometimes, they switch-off
    instead of fighting to comprehend..
    anyway, in-short
    keep being yourself, and writing what you want/ How, you want..
    ignore the response or lack there-of
    I'm sure you feel it yourself, your Poetry is growing and finding its identity, soon
    it will be soaring: effortlessly!
    and there-in, your effort's
    rewards, await
    to be claimed, time n again

    • rebmasters

      Thank you & it's alright - I never expect anyone to read or like my poems, I've just been writing a lot & this is a nice place to put them. If I was ever a poet, I'd never be a popular one but more of a niche one, which is fine by me. & I always get to read & enjoy your comments - what more could I want?



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