Breathe

Muddled thoughts, metaphorical suffocation and existential gloom must be vented--- thus this poem. Excerpt: Lost in the perpetual/cryptogram/ never to be encrypted.

"Breathe," I said.

Just breathe until all that constrict your lungs fly 

off to a place where they can never return. 

You're no longer desolate in an island 

alone with no where else to go 

There are images and vivid films 

playing in your mind, whirling around 

until you've flown from your current setting, 

and have found yourself in a place much more 

comprehensible to your regressive mind. 

.. .. .. 

Dim lights. Turn the lights off. 

The secrets should remain shrouded, 

clandestine until the flame burns down, 

the wax melts, until there is no longer 

a burning candle perched above the long, 

ornate, ever-expanding space of complete

obscurity. The enigma 

that keeps me... "Breathe," I said.

Keeps me breathing... 

It's like a knife wrapped in the most 

silken of velvets

though at times it seems as though it's wrapped 

in a harlot's frock. 

.. .. .. 

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The gun goes. 

Fires into a man, 

blood simmers down his fresh wound. 

"Breathe," I said. 

His gun falls to the ground,

and he runs towards the other, grabs him, 

tells him to, "Breathe." 

"You just f****n' shot me!" the dying man cries. 

Yet, the perpetrator is telling him to... "Breathe," I said. 

... ... ... 

Silence 

... ... ... 

Silence 

... ... ... 

I can't keep silent for long. 

When will the boiling  

water burst out of the cauldron, 

and roast all that comes its way? 

.. .. ..

Such a day is near, my friend. 

Near. Near. Near. 

.. .. .. 

Nothing is near. 

Everything is so distant. 

Never to grasp. Never to hold. 

Never to attain. 

Lost 

in the perpetual 

cryptogram 

never to be encrypted. 

.. .. ..

"Breathe," I said. 

.. .. ..

Breathe.

Reviews

[Eddie Phillips]

The pains of our inner thoughts. So much chaos and fear in this world but also in our minds. We wrestle day and night with insecurities and fears. Will we be exposed for a failure or transposed on a life that we are not worthy of? Fear can overtake us...we need to take time to breathe and let the moment pass. Fear will pass and salvation will come. When I read this that is what it made me think about. Great job on writing this eclectic piece.

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you for your review. The thoughts you mentioned were whirling through my mind when I was writing this poem. And I am flattered that you believe I've done a great job. Thank you!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

"Breathe," I said.

and the dots .. .. ..

kept me reading...but as a reader in this one...this has a different vibe to it...