There was a pull.
The strongest pull I had ever felt
drew me in and swallowed me whole
a whirlwind of emotion and intent
a vortex of rushing thoughts and manic passion
drew me from my toes to my tonsils,
stretched my bones from city to sea
traced my fingertips
this beating throbbing organ
brought me into the centre of a storm
Then spat me out onto the Earth
Crawling back into the dirt
Dusting off my knees and searching for
Of Emotion and intent.
Lost at sea
with no end in sight
Made my plea
with no respite
Accept this plight.
Caress your wounds and sigh
For Sorrow’s might.
thrives off loneliness
thirsts for hopelessness
and feasts on recurrence
of uncertain words.
Self-sabotage slips into her sheets
And into her days
Like the fog which layers her eyes
And paints the skies grey
marks her arms with lines
The rose-coloured rhythm of revelry
Relentless joy running along tracks of old
Spinning of wheels and words and rumour and rhyme
To find one another,
grow into each other –
to be lost to the time
Outstretched as your arms are
fragile and reaching
and soft feeling
with their gentle meaning.
Giving rise to psychotic paranoia.
Anxious paralysis at dawn.
Panic attacks at noon.
with the moon.
calling out from the water’s edge
Only to be turned away from the Sun and
driven into the shadows.
is alive once more
yawns through tired lungs
yearns for a stillness,