I am LostA Poem by Amy VaughnIt has happened again. I am lost. I shake and tremor like the earth’s grounds protesting
stretching and peeling back at one another in a tremendous battle. I am freeing
my body of its basic needs purging it though I wish not to I do not choose to I
have no choice because I am shaking and the goodness cannot stay in me while I
shake. It has happened again. I am lost. This black cloud that comes to visit that takes me away and
spins me until I am lost is why I am shaking, why I feel as though knowledge I
have acquired over the years has been shaken out of me like my last meal. The
letters and numbers and places walk out of me - there goes JFK, there goes the
basic skill of two plus two, there
goes blue and yellow make green, there goes the definitions, definitions of
words like eccedentesiast, there goes
grammar, there goes the scientific method, trotting away yelling out make your
hypothesis test your hypothesis, there goes punctuation, there goes the civil rights movement, there goes Sicily is
beneath Italy, there goes homo sapiens, there goes Martin Luther King Jr., there goes Pearl Harbor, there goes gravity - until the only thoughts left are me, me, me, and this
blackness, and suddenly I am Narcissus and I am staring into the water but I do
not love but I hate and I shake and there I am shaking again and I am trying to
tell someone trying to get help until all I can see is black and green and dark
ugly colors and I pray for yellow, bright yellow and a kiss on the forehead and
someone to say you are not crazy this is okay there is a name for this you are
loved love yourself I love you but as I reach for a hand, for a kiss for that
yellow I find myself grasping air between my fingers. I scream. I scream and I
scream and I am screaming and you can see it in my eyes but for some reason you
do not hear it and it makes me just want to combust. And I fall. And I am lost. © 2011 Amy VaughnAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on October 20, 2011 Last Updated on October 20, 2011 AuthorAmy VaughnNJAboutI am a lover of words, of the emotion that you can evoke from a simple poem or passage. I believe that I am a writer in the fact that I need to write in order to find balance within myself, an inner p.. more..Writing
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