A Subtle Disquiet

If there is one thing that will always get me down a bit, it will be not knowing what is bothering those I adore.

Moments pass without thought

As mind slips into the deep

With no words to calm me

Uncaged ideas rampant with freedom

Unbound by chains of insight

My nature turns to nurture

Without even a whisper in retreat

Surrender to errant thoughts

Viable to weak and unconditioned

Convictions thick prior to raging fire

Leaving post over the unknown black

Clemency awarded only to the just

Withdrawal only deeps hole you have dug

Credit for time not always payment

Circular logic brings up past bare

Unpacking weighs more than revamp

To nest in futility a fool’s errand

Timid responses provoke blatant shouts

Killing time not much unlike

Tightening the hangman's noose

Lack of respect garners no fruit

As harvest withers to fallow and salt

Strength not bound to toted steel

But rather heart lifted with gentle care

Bound thorns piercing your hands

Standing in storm to catch but a feather

Loosed from angel mired in sorrows

Wanting of voice and hand left silenced and still

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

This is really good, from here

"Moments pass without thought
As mind slips into the deep"

The poem could be about when persons do not have a thing to do they can start imagining things that have not happened

Which arises the question, what provokes that in the human mind, instead of when persons do not have a thing to do they could spell good wishes to others

[Wynter Ignatius]

Glad to see you got it.

[Shaquana Adams]

Standing in storm to catch but a feather
Loosed from angel mired in sorrows

This is a beautifully touching write. Awesome job :)

-QuanaWana

[Wynter Ignatius]

Thanks Quana.