I am senseless
Jaws wired shut.
Charcoal black and icy white eyesight
Deafening silence reverberating against the drum
I am senseless.
Mentality fading, divinity lost
Baffled and burdened
Longing to utter a broken hallelujah
As sand in the hourglass turns to slow motion,
I am desolate.
Floating in a black Caribbean
Transfixed on the endless abyss
Underlying tension surfaced
Fabricated satisfaction explodes
Illusion ripped, streaking streams of smoke across the concrete sky
I am broken.
Enlightenment fills shriveled lungs
Reviving the suffocation victims
Crisp, cool oxygen travels through my veins
Alive. Awake. Aware.
No longer senseless.
About Me
- Lauren
- Well, I am a writing major at the University of Central Arkansas. Don't judge; I barely have an accent and yes, I do use proper English, and no, I do not go cow-tipping or wear overalls. I do not like country music. I am an eighties baby who likes nineties music and always have an opinion. Nice to meet you.
2 comments:
I like the shift at the end.
Limbo is a perfect title. It's nowhere and everywhere and neither good nor bad. It just is.
That's why the water works here.
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