Emotional turmoil seems
To reign freely here in
The dense shadows of the
Unquiet mind.
Running in the woods ...
A lifetime of sorrow and
Regret plague the soul,
As it tries to forget the
Pain, as it tries to quell
The suffering heart's cries.
Alone in suffering ...
Bleed from unseen wounds
As life strikes with such
Deadly force, thus rendering
This vessel a hapless case
Of misery and turmoil.
The ground, rocky, unsteady ...
Reeling, the mind tries so
Desperately to find stable
Ground in the tiny light that
Resides off in the distance.
Ever growing yet never moving
Closer, the goal, the destination
Dangling just out of reach.
There are voices present here,
In the darkness, shouting and
Cursing, seething with anger,
Bleeding hate! Where is the
Soul to go when the light winks
Out? Free fall into nothingness,
Yet there is hope that somewhere,
There will be arms to catch it.
The soul knows better, but the
Heart holds out hope for eternity.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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~Nikki~
~Chrissie