This week’s read will take the form of poetry. It’s been a while since my last poem post. Although I am quite guarded with this version of my creative expression it’s the easiest to post and I’m challenging myself to share. So today I’ll share one from my past, enjoy.
Inflamed passion for rest possesses me
Gripping tight in a wet nostalgic embrace
Coughing out its disease upon my face
Slowly this venomous fluid seeps into me
Invading my body’s already weak defences
Throwing my epitomic peace of mind off-
Way off like a kite off a cliff’s edge
Soaring rapidly, then quickly diving-
To its demise, a blissful yet stinging experience.
The lids of my face stingingly shut-
Out the light, brightness, goodness and
Even love and I drift into the gravely experience
The light vanishes and now,
I see stars, moon and mystical sky lights,
Growing dimmer and dimmer I slip safely away
To a cloudless almost lifeless place but still breathing.
If you can tell me what this poem was about leave a comment I’d love to see your guesses.
Goodnight and have a great week!