Nameless

It burns with incandescent fervor

a constant companion

it is nothing, it is silence, it is fear

I seek no end and no end finds me

Another moment, another second, another year


Standing at a bus stop camera in hand

always slightly out of focus

always a smudge on the lens


It is subdued with pharmaceutical serenity

It, it, it

always nameless

always mine

Reviews

[Crowley]

For me the "it" is that voice in my head that won't stop talking to me...the anxiety of of taking responsibility for my actions....whispering scary thought to me just before bed, and scarier ones after I am asleep. I so loved this. Not sure what your "it" is, but it has me thinking. Very well written.

[Wolfwind Words]

This sounds to me as if it speaking of a psychological condition that gets out of control with out the aid of medication, yet at the same time the medication distorts things a little to much in the opposite direction. Or perhaps this is about having a migrain headaches?
Either way, it's a diametrically opposed poem. Showing us two extremes and an imbalance in the middle.

Granted...I might be completely way off! lol

Eitherway, the poem gives me pause to think and ponder.

Great Ink!

Wolfie

[the_stoic]

what is "it" ??

something abstract that we just fail to fathom .. an integral part of us .. emotions unearthed beautifully

[Antonio Valentino]

I too have no name for feelings anxious, and senses doll and dreary.

But then I guess names aren't needed since they have been part of me, since I can remember.

Wonderful job Eliabeth.
Antonio xx

[Michael X]

wow, that's great word play, especially the studder devise, forces the reader in a gentle way to take notice and feel what is being said, you have talent.

[Tate Morgan]

I wonder what it is

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

A poem of mystery .. very well written...

It is subdued with pharmaceutical serenity

It, it, it

always nameless

always mine

I am wondering about this .. excellent writing.

Chloe

[zappy]

wow this is lovely i really like it