...glazing over my life
like sheets of ice
melting me before pelting me
with harrowing insights.
peering deep inside myself
hearing echoed cries for help
and I can not imagine
a cavern this empty
is densely filled with all the ills to tempt me,
immensely still against my will
I’m gently going against me.
killing away the me that stays
until all that remains
is the remainder of a stranger
stuck in his ways,
still stuck in the truth
unable to lie, passing by the time
by crying
laying down, I’m flying now,
dying.
trapped behind my eyes
imprisoned in my mind,
my world, my flesh
a soul full, whole
in an empty chest
is all that’s left...
and all that’s right
is all that’s here
in all this night
I am all I fear.
The deeper we go, the more fearful we become, but we see the light eventually. Great write Smiling at you Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Socratics of inner-affliction is abstruse, yet philosophically true-to-life, and the inevitable of Life is that with breath comes fear....the only variance is to what degree we allow ''fear'' to house itself within our psyche.This piece ventelates a mellifluous rhyme/rhythm scheme...Commendable overall craftsmanship.. F j R