Paralysis
Wake from the dreams that devolve into fear
Feel the walls close as they corner me near
Exposed to the cuttings of the knives in mind’s eye
Spun with a vision of the grief that seems nigh
Like proverbial deer in the headlights left numb
Paralysis set as the all to become
Sweat beads in patterns filling time’s worried track
Has the moment been met to accept all I lack?
Stare into darkness offering imperceptible choice
Scream for the answers with an indistinct voice
2 comments:
Those last two lines are so incredibly resonant and powerful to me. Beautiful poem.
Thank you very much!
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