Fight, Flight.
Solitary is purgatory,
a textured separation,
from the world outside my window,
the mask of my character,
profusely broken & cracked,
as words escape silently unspoken,
defecting between coherence & suffering,
empty thoughts scream in the dark,
surrounding my spirit,
ripping my psyche apart.
Despair follows thereafter,
decamping courage,
my perspective changes directions,
flight mode rebooting,
a transformation in landscape,
approach with caution,
expressions of unique structures,
art in all their forms,
flow before my third eye.
A strong prevailing light,
emanates pockets of passion,
waterfalls of darkness sing,
wrenching unseen wounds,
gripping my name,
drowning is imminent,
heavy mental waves,
dwindle, smothered fight no more.
Sorrow spills from concealed ailments,
as I lay amongst my shattered remains,
crimson drips invisible,
weaving amidst colours of creativity,
red as the fire that threatens to burn,
blue as the sea in the ocean,
gold as the sunlight above,
green and brown as the earth,
humming gently beneath my ruptured essence.
Written By: Katie Clarke
a textured separation,
from the world outside my window,
the mask of my character,
profusely broken & cracked,
as words escape silently unspoken,
defecting between coherence & suffering,
empty thoughts scream in the dark,
surrounding my spirit,
ripping my psyche apart.
Despair follows thereafter,
decamping courage,
my perspective changes directions,
flight mode rebooting,
a transformation in landscape,
approach with caution,
expressions of unique structures,
art in all their forms,
flow before my third eye.
A strong prevailing light,
emanates pockets of passion,
waterfalls of darkness sing,
wrenching unseen wounds,
gripping my name,
drowning is imminent,
heavy mental waves,
dwindle, smothered fight no more.
Sorrow spills from concealed ailments,
as I lay amongst my shattered remains,
crimson drips invisible,
weaving amidst colours of creativity,
red as the fire that threatens to burn,
blue as the sea in the ocean,
gold as the sunlight above,
green and brown as the earth,
humming gently beneath my ruptured essence.
Written By: Katie Clarke
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: November 15th, 2021 02:59
- Comment from author about the poem: I have more flight mode than fight mode, so I wrote this poem in hopes it shows.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Hmmm this is a day in my life. OK where are the secret cameras concealed?
lol its a day in mine also
'Sorrow spills from concealed ailments,
as I lay
amongst my shattered remains,
crimson drips invisible, *in ink*
weaving, amidst colours of creativity,'..
what a showcasing, of Poetry's capacity
to self-express our complex selves
and in so-doing, promote
a little:
self, healing..
thanks for sharing, such a meaningfully relatable read,
dear Poet
thank you for your kind reply
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