It Feels Like
OR (liquid drainage into non-existence)
it’s like feeling like
you are between that thin veil
between nothingness
and
mediocre existence
but truly, (if you are honest)
you have already,
slowly,
little by little,
dissolved into oblivion
.yes. .you have already surpassed that.
.are on the other side.
.falling into transparency.
.merely an empty glass.
.a window.
.notREALLYthere. pulverized
by life’s heavy coat. never intended alas, all the same, transpired. left to feel
only mediocre
left to feel
empty
things are lost
gone
inside
(the heart grieves so much knowing this)
wishing so much to retrieve
all life that once shone
(with glittering teeth abundancy and incandescent radiance)
(you could always
see it
eyes,
feel it
energy,
breathe it
presence)
now reduced to but a dim dark pebble.
over there. like the kind you pass by on your walk down the street, unnoticed.
the underside of a rock even.
more lifeless and unseen,
passed over and ugly,
more unwanted
and unnoticed
than any leaf blowing in the wind than any unmarked grave
than any unseen shift of your leg under a table
Uncared for Glossed over Forgotten given to being treated as mediocre. Microwaved Responses. Hand Outs Galore.
more perceived understanding now
and with it,
a disdain not anger,
more sorrow. disdain
downward casted lid and sunken head
slowly sinking
Feeling
Within
Deeply
no preciousness
The river streaming now Inside the outlet of her eyes Nightly Daily
Nightly
Daily A true river it perseveres never lets up now and sheds any remnants, any resemblance, to those beautiful embers that
were so clearly burning
(so very fiercely)
before
BEFORE one would hope to touch it
reach for it hope to meld and become one with it be near it
breathe it BEFORE now,
that melting
only Liquid Drainage Into Non Existence thee flattening of existence
til’ it is completely flat
and parallel
and
unseen
to drift and walk away
into nature’s meadow
and lose ones-self forever
.never to be missed.
render into non-existence
and flow into oblivion
Nothingness
reach out and slip away
reaching hand
stretching body
elongated mind
reaching body
reaching mind
Forward
Into the forest
To be immersed
Taken away by want
Backward
Forward
Pathway
In front of
Leading
Turn towards
And away from the behind
disarm
vanish
dissipate
disappear
relax
into
utter
oblivion
Sucked up
and
swallowed
into
the corn fields
Of
Nature
ghost
incomparable
grief
ceaseless
unrelenting
relentless
without respite
continual
unremitting
incessant
interminable
unabating
grief
(this is how her river feels and flows nightly in the depths of her mind)
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