Gulf of Consciousness
What is now, and where is then?
I repel into the depths of revelation
Snapping at the end of
My sturdy hemp rope
My drowning head collides
With the dry soles of my feet
Neck cracking audibly
Flecks of spittle fly into the breeze
Whiplash rules
Head dangling but attached
Hands twisted and knotted
Behind my burden-bent back
I dangle above a chasm
Brimming with the emptiness of my past
The density of the truth drags me
Into its wide gravitational path
Faced with only one viable choice
Be devoured by history or
Fight through the darkness
Waging war with my psyche
The choice is made
I cut the rope
Severing what ties me to
The margins of reality
I tumble freely, escaping the binds
Flashes of red and splashes of ink
Blinded, trapped, and splattered
Dredged in the silence of
Long unheard screams
Battered in a memory sink
Falling endlessly
Yet never slipping over the brink
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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