My face within the current bound.
Asphyxiates and still can't drown.
Twisting neath the waves it shouts
Where life can't reach and death bows out.
Consigned into a watery cage,
Content inside its silence stays.
Disconnected, the flesh broke free
Mind rests somewhere in between.
A walking shadow
Lurking among the living
Juxtaposed by life.
Does blood only fuel a bleeding machine?
Its purpose only a ghost that haunts it?
Evermore I chase this apparition
That may be my soul to once more reclaim.
Looking to assuage this wonder
Interplay between mind and spirit.
Failing again to grasp the answer.
Even saints lose their patience.
Liminal state of being.
Entwined in a web of moil.
Something alive that can't exist.
Something ethereal, forced to live.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2026 10:37
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
The paradoxes of life and thought. Well written
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