And I felt the shattering,
I felt the rupture, the quake.
The loss of conscious muscle control,
As my unstable mind is released-
Diffracting through my body,
Destroying all forgiveness,
Pouring out through poison tears,
On the walls of my soul.
The contamination is soon controlled-
The door is closed, the eyes turn cold.
And the running from the shadowing past,
Gains a quicker pace from this distorted world.
a deep toughts...reflections of the past revibrates... nice concepts...good write Ency Bearis
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This is a fiercely and poetically expressed personal moment (of rage perhaps?) , when all control is taken away and the 'shadowing past' is allowed free rein. The lines: '...the eyes turn cold. And the running from the shadowing past, Gains a quicker pace from this distorted world.' are particularly powerful and take the reader deep below the surface of this dramatic piece. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥