A hell of an argument,
the discovery of other,
of betrayal, of pain,
of the anxiety coming
with separation.
Depressing force,
spinning, whirling,
out
squarely of
control.
Multiple lacerations scaling
emotions to the bones
of true self
discovery.
Now, crippled in all worlds,
fingering, scrawling
bloody trails.
dragging forward, searching
for the kinship
of discovery.
And discovered, discovering,
I am still,
alone.
The Flight
21 Saturday Apr 2012
Posted in Poetry
Great stuff, sir. I’m telling you, you must publish in print – very timely and I know many could relate to the raw emotion. I like the new look of your blog by the way.
Thanks fot stopping by again, Nathan. This free verse stuff begs for even more attention to detail. Like I said, repost if you like.
I liked the blues of the other theme, but the contrasts weren’t strong enough.
I’ll attempt to publish after the corpus is larger. Most of the early stuff I wouldn’t include.. I need to get busy on the “States of the Union ” pieces.