the descent- a poem for psychosis

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  1. kurenai

    kurenai Well-Known Member

    The slow turning of the sun
    its languor, its blurred blankness.

    I am out of alignment
    the pain beyond my reach.
    Laughter in a low, gray voice.

    I've no feet- stumbling upon stumps.
    My leftover tendons stretching
    somewhere beyond this sun

    One of so many. My mind’s worlds are uncountable
    when multiplied by yellow.

    All are beholden by each golden quadruple.
    Where are my eyes?

    Pain in each socket, too much blood
    or reddish heat, like rage. I have already eaten my fingers.

    O flowers! That open and birth babies! The magnolia smell of new flesh! Skin that crimps cruelly! That forces itself upon you! The harm of its will!

    I am thinking about nothing.
    My mind fused shut with the heat.

    A world the color
    of green and gray and nausea. I am
    a mass heaving pink
    And sinking.
     
  2. Acy

    Acy Mama Bear - TLC, Common Sense Staff Member Safety & Support

    I like your poem. You have used some very powerful images and associations. For me, the poem stirs a sense of uncertainty and a sense of encompassing "fear".
     
  3. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    Very well done and worthy of psychosis.

    :goodjob:
     
  4. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    :wow: I love it :D
     
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