oh, but I drift aimlessly
in these lands
packed full of people;
my soul has been silently robbed
of its ability to feel - as devoid of
emotions as the blank canvas hung on
the walls (I ask that you question
me not. I do not have an answer.)
I comprehend but I do not empathise -
words blur at their edges and whiz away,
the world is a whirl of colour
that I do not scrutinise.
My thoughts are foggy (or much like
a pencil with a blunt tip - I ask that you
question me not.)
It feels almost sempiternal
to be caught within the spaces of being awake
and being asleep
there is no darkness nor cold
my mind is cloaked in a watercolour
trance
I dance elegantly in the silks I wear
(or perhaps I fly quietly with my dainty
butterfly wings - I ask that you question
me not.)
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26 july 2016 ;
1523 hrs
inspired by the mood of 'demons' by against the current
YOU ARE READING
Celestial Bodies
Poetrydon't forget what it is to hope, to feel, to embrace, and to love. cover by @soundthealarm
