Biospherical Pain
My mind is desert
blank
vast
ever-widening is its consumption
yet extant everywhere but here
sand in
my eyes
waterless
tears
A creature melts beneath the heat
the pain burns with my fear.
My mind is a jungle
frenetic
methodical
plethora of ropes of which swing at my wish
yet life lives underground
dirt chokes
my mouth
endless
haze
The birds do call to lead the path
the pain poisons my gaze.
My mind is a tundra
taciturn
austere
white-dusted lakes by spring promise peace
yet Russian Roulette’s my game
snow burns
my skin
graceless
addict
The compass ensures a safe-retreat
the pain won’t let me have it.
-March 26, 2012
Rediscovering a Stolen Life 
well said
Thank you.
Great imagery! Love the darkness…. It’s in us all! Love it!
Thank you very much!
Wish I could write poetry like you do! All I do is prose: http://meantforsomethingbetter.com/2012/03/29/return-to-life-in-israel/
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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