Biospherical Pain

My mind is desert



ever-widening is its consumption

yet extant everywhere but here

sand in

my eyes



A creature melts beneath the heat

the pain burns with my fear.

My mind is a jungle



plethora of ropes of which swing at my wish

yet life lives underground

dirt chokes

my mouth



The birds do call to lead the path

the pain poisons my gaze.

My mind is a tundra



white-dusted lakes by spring promise peace

yet Russian Roulette’s my game

snow burns

my skin



The compass ensures a safe-retreat

the pain won’t let me have it.

-March 26, 2012


~ by candyshele1204 on March 27, 2012.

7 Responses to “Biospherical Pain”

  1. well said

  2. Great imagery! Love the darkness…. It’s in us all! Love it!

  3. Wish I could write poetry like you do! All I do is prose:

    • Thank you. However, prose is really something to be proud of. Not many can pull it off effectively..if you know what I mean. You have to have a knack for syntax, details, etc.

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