Wednesday, August 3, 2016

~ doldrums ~








I never said it would be easy
Only that the pain is less.
Comforts such as tingling sensations
Are corrupted with acidic dreams.
I stand alone in this, the silent minority
Proclaiming my innocence and
Eating flesh that is not mine.
Sorrow and folly give such disastrous
Results; I no longer know what I seek.
The water rises beyond my eyelids
Calling me Ophelia, playing with my dress.
A dark wing comes forth, leading me away
From the doldrums, but I know it to be lies.
Ultimate power disguised as ennui

Gives me satisfaction in the end.


(Elmwood Cemetery, Memphis, Tennessee - photo by Kimberly B. Richardson)

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