A Collection of Poems

021: Unnatural

This poem of mine is quite delicate, because I wrote it when I felt like numb about life, the thing when you let go of the things that bother you, and just sink into unconsciousness because you wanted to de-stress yourself of all the things that keep hindering you from getting what you want, but in the end, sadness just takes over your empty soul because it lacks the vigor in life to push yourself to achieving your goals, and you give up. Well, I didn’t give up on creating this poem, so thanks to me (as if.)

XXI

UNNATURAL

I seem to sleep in shallow head

To float in shaking pulse and vein

And shiver in this frozen bed

With sharpened cages, where I’ve lain

A fantasy of subtle fold

From heartless dwellings where it sits

A mystery of rain and cold

From lifeless swellings where it fits

In smoke that much reveal unknown

To feel it creep under the skin

A spirit’s lips, a voiceless moan

To evocate a mindful spin

In midnight sky of clouded dream

Of hardened rains and wintry air

To think of warmth, it might not seem

To reach perception’s yearning stare

In softened blows of drowsy drop

To wake a-half, to sleep a-whole

And cradle in the crystal top

In shifting wind and sleepless soul

In perplexed scenery of seas

Of lightning sparks and thunder roars

To linger in confusion’s peace

And wander in the tempest’s force

To taste such chaos in the mind

And feel the wrath in sweeps of air

In heaven’s lost, in ocean’s find,

In raging wars and ev’rywhere

To long for candlelight and hope

In nervous framework of such clime

And breathe in tangled, twisted rope

Too much to stop or go in time

Too much to feel in crawling dark

A slow disease of freezing sense

And freezing time to leave a mark

Thus breath’s too cold, too short, too dense

In metal chains of hopeless clutch

To meet the trickling in the eye

And fight the swarms with only touch

And there will all contain to die