semblance of self struck me silently
gazing at the ghostly graven glares,
cold creeps cradles and caresses
my mind is momentarily muted for minutes
or hours, holding me in horror, haunted
breaking the bonds, breaking the banality
little by little, ligaments and limbs lighten
free... will free... free... will frozen
arrogance, aggression, ambivalence, amber
red realisation reluctance then reticence and resignation
as the abyss accepts me, absorbs and absolves me
little by little, ligaments and limbs lighten,
breaking the banality, breaking the bonds
of hours, held in horror, haunted
my mind momentarily muted, for minutes
as the cradling and caressing of the cold creeps clears
and the ghostly graven glares give out
the semblance of self summoned from stillness
present in person and, present in place and point in time
I remain
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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