I am a study in the degradation of the human soul. Precisely measured and trapped by each small piece of past gathering dust on my clutter laden shelves.
Spaces of consequence are eternally lumbered from deceit to deceit as I pretend in a mirror and proclaim myself a minimalist.
Ounces of effort leak from joints and jowls too slow to understand and too burdened to disagree.
I struggle to settle, fight against the outlines of a person bearing my name. I grasp for dreams while never believing they belong to me.
This canvas, blank and forever in states of disaster, is a space defiled until I learn.
These walls are mine, mine alone, and there is no blaring sign declaring “space for rent” across my skin.
Is the space
Between your soul
It’s the embrace,
Or the shades of our eyes
As a world falls away.
Was never a place
But the moments
I want you to read to me when I’m sick;
Lying in bed, tossing and turning,
Heart racing and head spinning,
Vision shaking and hands quaking.
I want you to gently sing
The psalms of old poets to clear
What’s left of my mind.
I won’t be angry
If you cover your face;
If you call this a contaminated place.
I just want you to brush matted hair aside
And say ‘I love you’ one last time.
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WordPress Daily Prompt – Relate
Sometimes I find myself lost
In the corners of the mind;
The deepest recesses of time.
Wandering far and wide;
Fields of glass
And rows of bouncing lights
Ricocheting from galaxies.
It’s always night,
The rain is always cold
And I’m always alone
With only a shadow to call home.
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