And let my cry come unto thee
Oh sweet God of noise in my Skull
reverberations of synapses long abandoned
melodies of addiction, affliction, infection
Burhole to bloodlet the badlands of my cortex
Temperance, darling, temperance
Oh that noonday demon roosts in my meninges
forked tongue dipped in pools of dopamine
sucking the marrow of my serotonin
clawed fingertips taunting and tugging
deeper, deeper still for cortisol
And of tricycles and trapezists
and fairy-cake, fingerpaints, better days
Softer nights, televisions drawing out
the dispassion and decomposition in my living room
Et clamor meus ad te veniat
Caritas, humiliates, gratia, castus
Castus, Cast us aside, slash and burn
the roots of my cerebrum, torch these memories
engulf my past and silence, silence at last
And let my cry come unto thee
YOU ARE READING
Drinking Eridanus
PoetryThis is a new collection of poems. Themes include depression, death, grief, trauma and mental illness. Read at your own discretion. Thank you!
