Comatose

PoeticPsycho

 

Every april I die on a mountain for four days
And at last I am reborn; like nature in the springtime–
Blossoming like flowers and hatching like a cocoon in it's last stage
I too go through my phase of metamorphosis

I sit alone in the imperfect silence as long as my body can
With only a sacred pipe in my hand

Days seem everlasting
With the presence of the radiant sun undeniable
What a bittersweet moment, to be smothered in affection from the sun, but the burning sensation worsening with the hours
My flesh—blistering

Finally the night sky has fallen and I can see the stars glowing in a distance
A feeling of relief now possesses me as my body begins to cool down
I lay
And let the brisk breeze dance around me

Surely the night should be coming to an end soon
Into the dream world I can go
After praying as long as I can

Yet, here I am wide awake
With no concept of time
And my thoughts getting the best of me

Finally I slip into the state of temporary darkness
Only to be awoken by the songs that the nocturnal animals sing–
And the cycle repeats

When it gets difficult I sit up, grab the sacred pipe, and pray
I pray not for an easy fast—
But for the strength to endure this hard one

I cry, but no tears falls
I cry, and my mouth moistens
Soothing my severe cottonmouth

I cry for my vision

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: PoeticPsycho (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2017 02:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is based on a personal experience. I fasted for four days alone on a mountain top as part of my coming of age ceremony, know as a vision quest. I just wanted to share this poem I wrote about it.
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Syd
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  • Syd

    Wow! I really enjoyed this. When I first read the poem I thought it was a metaphor for a crack binge lol. Not that I have ever experienced one of those. Great write - Syd

    • PoeticPsycho

      Thank you syd for always giving me feedback. Hahaha I get what you mean about the crack binge, it can easily be confused with one because of the way I described it.

    • Syd

      You're welcome PoeticPsycho. It's a great poem. I don't think I could fast for one day let alone four - Syd



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