Poetry / Blocked: A Lamentation
Hovering between latent animosity and self-interest
I can’t close my eyes and turn myself inwards
to gaze upon an army of discontent. Gold and orange
Flames lick the walls, the air
Smells of blood and there are corpses but
They are not here in this place where salvation
lies dormant.
(Day 123 of my captivity: I am alive.)
Hear the coffee screaming, office of indignation
And the hurricane of brimstone
But there is none of that here because
In this place there is no God.
No study of opposites but a sliding scale
Of “my brain won’t start” but when
I force the engine it stalls
And in neutral
It pours forth a litany of surrealist dreamspeak, which is
To say that there is no offswitch
For the waterfall flowing over my fingers
And instead I must allow it to
Cleanse my palate of the rust and mold of
Disuse.
Breathe life back into me
Realize why the mainstream exists
And why there are factions to counteract it. Why this virus
Rages inside – start, stop, start, stop
stop stop stop but it’s never enough;
Is it too much to ask? A blank
White sheet of snow to tread and trample
And sully and build upon, but leave me
Here in my winter chair
That I may dream myself a spring meadow
More terrifying than reality and half as
Wholesome. The understated elegance
Of a brain that plans and won’t shut up.
Flow, just flow, don’t stop.
And when it comes to the breaking point
And I push myself past the tulips
They won’t see through this awkward ruse
To the bile
That runs down the sides of my neck
From a puncture wound of simplicity.
Is it nothing more that drives me
To this midnight place that burns
Like the white-hot fires of a land
That’s not mine and will never be;
Back them up, back them up, but there’s
No one here to stake a claim
And the truth is there would be
Without the pitfalls
Of understanding and
history.
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The images are wonderful, and the overall tone superb. However, I would either write it out as a full-blown prose piece, and you have a great start with this, or pare it down just a little to make it flow more as poetry. Couple grammar/punctuation errors, since you are using it already, that should be fixed.
Have to say though, pretty great as is, in my opinion.
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