Back to Where I Belong

A poem to depict the dreamscape of a personalities death, rebirth, then urges and unfortunate regression.

Kindred prurience 

In all their lace, the tunnels and your fist

Broken they collapse, broken I relapse

I’ve never seen its recess

I’ve never, foresworn, our desire resets

Premature superlative separation

I profess, a burden to let its fear regress

Our bond, our bond at the fleeting edge

Our bond cut from a single side

Our tree which held into the other hedge

Torn sage, leaning back from where it came

Immediate collapse; our love descends,

Quickly its roots flee, quickly it descends

Fleet; matter dissolves, rage subsides. I, decide.

 

Binge my breath

Spree truth I cannot question

Becomes the dismay amid these tear drops

Hell in conquest, and yearning out of this knot

Why, the false heave. Why, its impulse

Why; I question the point.

 

Above on veranda, I descend

Onto the masses of rotting flesh

The scent of putrid arrogance

Falling mislaid

Free fall and its loss of control

Broken, falling apart as I hastily descend

Land on land, whilst the ever-so still dwindle

So clear space can be

So clear, pure, retreat can be

Through unconventionality, my individuality

 

Once again, I divagate away, far from real-time

Landscapes, nocturnal soundscapes I wander

You shadow

Blind; I turn away, hollow my shell of water

 

Tuber, numb.. heavy, inept of reconciliation

…I want to be

I want to be

I want to be more

Like I once was

Alone to decompose in my self-built sanctuary

Heavy, heavy, and cold

Insecure and cold, very so very very cold

 

Bewitched my own sense

I hallucinate, I construct

I construct my, perfect nonsense

Reviews

[koty bell]

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