megha wilson


The Hungry Delusion - Poem by megha wilson

Mid-night.
.
The silence spilling over
from the room to the nearest window.

Except for the cats mewing and
the sound of ticking on the wall;

In the muffled light of my bed lamp-I hear
a heart throb on my mantelpiece -tick tock,
Time’s steps down a dark hallway
But I am already down

The night, the loneliness and the walls closing in upon me.


Let there be a confluence of two lips in the
unmapped waters to create sounds, free wheeling

No Tyrants’ baton to regimen their ebb and flow ….

A multitude of voices - wailing,
Gasping,
Crooning
and Moaning. a leash on the soul only impoverishes it, but freedom is not for everyone?

The music now caresses my body’s landscape, time to release all the bonded slaves - also to face the stark truth,

So speak out, Love, if you’re still with me...


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010



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