Purgatory of MindA Poem by Conrad Wrobel
It's lonely in my mind. May I step into yours for a moment?
Rivers of soul pass down my cheek, along my nose, pass the small indenture on the side of my cheek; escaping from my chin to float away. The void with no emotion sucks them up like a vacuum. On hole of light pushing through the swirling darkness, reacting to each other like positive and negative magnets. Fluidic, like a river, the surrounding souls and tears stream past me into the void that sucks like a vacuum. I remain asphyxiated on a single plot of grass, a small cone of soil falls out underneath, stranding me amid the ancestral vortex. I scream, but like the souls amidst me, my breath is torn away by the eddy, hauling away my life-breath in one long transparent worm. The multicolor spectrum implodes my lungs, vacuum-sealing them and leaving me to writhe on the ground. My legs squirming with the pain of desperation, but I cannot regain my breath. The anguish only amplifies my eyestreams. How long must I endure this agony of neither floating up nor falling down? I fear neither, but instead the eternity of my own personal purgatory. I once said, ‘there is nothing I fear,’ but in truth it was ‘nothing; that I fear. My soul pools on the grassy knoll, and in small rivers it flows downward towards the void that sucks like a vacuum.
© 2008 Conrad Wrobel
Added on February 13, 2008
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