Ego - Trip Poem by Steven Federle

Ego - Trip



Locked inside
where only I can be
lonely cries echo,
deafening me.

I peer through sockets
through skull
and soft flesh,
blood coursing
nerves enmesh

electric thoughts rocketing
through bone-strapped brain,
lightning revealing
God's face once again.

With muttering thunder,
the sad world declines
back into empty
personal night.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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