Passing through "trains in tunnels"

It's an image on the outskirts of my mind 

it has, a thread that travels downwards 

into my emotional centers,each thread 

passing down into the next 

There appears to be a jolt

an interruption has occurred

the signal light is not working it seems and 

my mind is playing out it's twisted rhythms  

it's rhythms 

infused with distorted fantasies 

of a time that once was

but still exists within my blood cells 

piecing  sparks still commanding me 

"I am not here"

Images disturbs me as 

I push down the sensations of wet rage 

drinking it silently,  

I buffer up the stories in my mind 

of fragile unstable dark mind's 

romantic hearts

An isolated childhood 

A sweet penetrating rage that stirs in it's pot 

"I am not here"

You 

Appear to me now 

a ghostly sweet sensation of you

taking my attention with intensity and childlike innocence to match 

it's enough to satisfy me 

but never greets me in the day of light 

but only comes at night 

She carries on into the night until dawn 

until the signal light brings her back 

she is powerless 

and no master to her own destiny 

but somehow a twinkle of hope still resides in her heart 

reaching for escape 

she opens her eyes once again 

it's late and the cats have been meowing for food 

and the mobile says 3 missed calls 

she tip toes in her soul 

one baby step at a time towards the door

feeling slightly uneasy

she greets the day once more  

 

Author's Note

I'm still working on this one ... Please feel free to let me know what you think..
I'm aware it needs work..