Make the static go
away,
the dead-dog depression;
the fleas tip-toeing across
my brain.
Hate locks the
door to the heart,
and puts the
soul in a cage.
The rage consumes,
like a west coast fire.
Make the static go
away,
the electric anxiety;
the butterflies swimming in
my blood.
Love is a fantasy,
a fairy tale for children.
Devotion
imprisons
the mind and
subdues the heart.
Give me sweet
apathy, beautiful
sedation, let me
float in bliss;
not tethered by emotion.
Let me get lost, deep
in the core of the orchid,
and sail aimless,
in the
vast chasm
of the sea.
Give me radical
lethargy.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Good write Thomas.
Thanks.
That only comes with death Thomas. A bunch of great images in this poem a fun read
Thank you so much.
Life is just one unending search for contentment and sometimes solitude, well expressed here. Nice work.
Thank you.
A magnificent write, anyone who suffers the black dog has a mountain to climb but to come out the other side to smell the lilac has to have some serious strength. Kudos dear Thomas. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
lovely write, and though you think you are in aimless lethargy, i wonder whether the beautiful verse springs from then??
Thank you.
welcome, God bless
Those who know know .. those who don't know can only imagine .. Neville
Exactly. Thank you, Sir.
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