Make the static go away,
the dead-dog depression;
the fleas tip-toeing across
my brain.
Hate locks the
door to the heart,
and puts the
soul in a cage.
The rage consumes,
like a west coast fire.
Make the static go
away,
the electric anxiety;
the butterflies swimming in
my blood.
Love is a fantasy,
a fairy tale for children.
Devotion imprisons
the mind and
subdues the heart.
Give me sweet
apathy, beautiful
sedation, let me
float in bliss;
not tethered by emotion.
Let me get lost, deep
in the core of the orchid,
and sail aimless,
in the vast chasm
of the sea.
Give me radical
lethargy.
Fleas tip-toeing across my brain..butterflies swimming in my blood. That's original. These expressions convey a sense of anxiety and depression quite well. Liked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You described profound pain and despair so eloquently. Heartfelt and brilliant