Chain Reaction (Deja Vu)

 

Again I set out on this road

            that’s not so less traveled…

Just not traveled upon

            by people of personal connection…

Connections of heart and soul

            being separated by the razors edge…

An edge I willingly walk for years

            leaving miles of scars on my heels…

Scars that turn into salvation

            walking this concrete jungle on sunny days…

The kind of days that leave me blind

            to the importance of the future…

A future drifting further from innocence

            till it is long forgotten with the lullabies…

Those lullabies sung to me as protection

            from the monsters ruling midnight…

A relentless midnight showing no fear

            when hunting me down upon the sun’s setting…

 

Round and round,

it’s an endless full circle

keeping me in a state of

                                    déjà vu…

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

Should it be "willingly walk" ?
My favorite lines are of lullabies sung for protection at night,
though no one ever sang them to me. I sang them to my son.
I guess that is why there are still monsters invading my space.
That feeling of deja vu is haunting. I oft times feel it.
I enjoyed reading this write.

[Ed Hart]

your tidbit of an ending is worth a pound of praise all by itself...

[An owl on the moon]

This moves likes a magnificent song... flowing through rivers of thought and sweeping us into a sea of sensations and meaning. I loved the vivid life you poured through this piece!

[Constance-Outspoken]

Circles can always be broken...
Wonderful writing here... you have such depth to your character that shows in everything you post.

[Jenny Nelson]

"Connections of heart and soul
being separated by the razors edge…
An edge I willingly walk for years
leaving miles of scars on my heels…
Scars that turn into salvation"

I love those lines. They're so true. Seems the pain often has a purpose. It does seem like a repeating cycle... guess maybe why it's been said there's nothing new under the sun. You'd think we'd learn though. Love the slightly ominous feel to this.

[Tracie Skarbo]

Connections of heart and soul
being separated by the razors edge…
An edge I willingly walk for years
leaving miles of scars on my heels…

Oh I love this description... I can see the white scars on the soles of your feet and your battle weary soul. Wonderful!!!