Space in Between

Feeding,
Spining,
Going in slowly,
Cannot feel the breath of the raging cold.
Cannot stand upright,
Cannot find a place for my head,
Switching the sounds of my cerebral nerves
Putting them in the inhaled graves.
Abyss stares back at itself,
While I'm falling through the dreamy clouds.
Sounds is faster than light here,
I am unconscious.
I am gravelled.
Space for letters is becoming smaller
While space in my head is becoming larger.
I am judging the trees
While they're turning around the well.
Their voices change,
Their voices drown,
Their voices merge with silence.
It gives shivers to my ears,
Shivers of my f*****g mind.

Author's Note

Just misunderstanding of my own self.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and powerful thoughts described in the words. A emotional ride to a open ending. You took the reader to questions with no answers. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Williams]

What does "Switching the sounds of my cerebral nerves" mean?

Also shouldn't it be "The abyss stares back at itself" instead of just abyss?

Other than those things I like it. Keep up the good work.