Standstill

Standstill

You don't move
Thinking poured into concrete
There is simply nothing except maybe a stare
A look, a path to no where,
I always bleed in these moments
Heart, soul, vital organs,
It's though the self just once to die a little
without argument I die
sift the earth over me
feel the blackness surround
as my resurrection feeds my throat.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Kathy!

to reach them is to reach the stars.

Regards,
Al

[Valentine]

Some are so set in their own way there is no reaching them. Valentine

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Doodley,

Exactly....you possess fine insight.

Regards,
Al

[.]

This sounds like those moments in life when we are rejected, romantically or otherwise, and the world seems to spin itself to a standstill, and with it does our mind as it tries to understand what has just happened. And of course, all we want to do in such moments, is run away and hide or die as you have written.

Another tantalising write, always making the reader search for the meaning within your words. Fine work.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Good wisdom!

Thanks Jacob!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no response is worse than a negative response...keeps us in limbo...
we have to die a little to live...but when we are suspended...we can't move on.