My Inner ~

My Inner ~

A Poem by Foxemerald

 

My Inner ~



Beauty is in the eye,
Of the beholder-
And rings upon every small bramble,
With a resounding crack.

The shapes of my mind shift,
And the trees suddenly morph into soulless, dead things-
Ends formless and chipped.

The train tracks,
Stretch, far into the distance-
And yet I cannot see well beyond the,
Breadth of your exhausted face,
And your sagging braids,
Which you've put up into place this morning-
To forget,
The downing of your tear-stained eyelids . . .
Because they are not,
Completely open wide.

A gentle hallelujah,
As I sway to and forth-
My gentle past-time it seems,
Once innocuous-
Has now become a
Danger-inspiring dance,
One which is pulled from my lips,
And inside me,
Strokes a nameless flame . . .
And bursts into a thousand explosions.

I sit here and wonder,
As I look over the train-tracks,
Silently staring, forlorn and cold,
Why it couldn't have been me . . .
Who was there beside you,
As I block out the noisy volcano,
And place my hands over my ears-
Seeking to forget the . . .

Fire, originating from,
My inner ~

© 2017 Foxemerald


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