Passing through the AirA Poem by Justin PowellA poem about loneliness and the effects of mental illness.Marooned to the dreamland, asleep in the waking world, Still not innocent in this state of egocentric predicament. Mourning a reign of fear, just passing through the air, Still such distance in this state of paralyzing loneliness.
Nearly human, nearly was a ghost in a spirit world, Nearly human, very nearly felt born to a moment when the world was young, Fury sung, the letters from the inside blowing down early morning streets, Nearly human, nearly found myself in the pages of a stranger’s diary, Nearly human, very nearly dreamt myself into the pastures of a waking world.
Anxiety was the knife, depression the pool that gathered beneath The severed connections of every relationship now slain. The aftermath was banishment to this apparition state. I’m not really here these are just atoms blinking out in the disturbance out there, I am not really here I am just passing through the air…
End the search, retreat to some religious temple, Mourn until the lost feel a beating heart, for a moment alive. Mourn until the lost feel a pleading pulse, for a moment remember. There are those times when a life needs to surrender. Forever, was a myth, was a ghost to haunt"or to be chained. Passing strangers, fear not the chill or needle prick. Even the invisible have a momentary effect.
Encounters with passing strangers whose names I know, Rendezvous where I am the uninvited, Ghost story where the haunted are completely unaware, Easily forgotten like synapses never reunited, I am not really here I am just passing through the air… © 2014 Justin PowellFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on May 10, 2014 Last Updated on May 10, 2014 Tags: Poem, Loneliness, Mental Illness AuthorJustin PowellOmaha, NEAboutMy name is Justin Powell. I live in Omaha, Nebraska and study at the University of Nebraska-Omaha’s Writers Workshop. I try to write everything and want to be a well-rounded writer. Creative peo.. more..Writing
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