Metaphysical Freefall

Rustling together papers, trying to carve out a piece of Earth

A small piece of granite for a being that never had a chance

Had a chance to breathe to his first air of life

Had a chance to crawl into his mother’s arms for the first time

Had a chance to pass all the milestones that the obstetrician makes known

Had a chance to develop an appreciation for the sine wave experience

And we are left without reasons, just empty queries starting with three letters

No point but to be heaven and acting as an intercessor on my personal behalf

Is that the truth of the matter?

Or just another empty platitude that the preacher says to get you empty your wallet?

Who really knows, because I sure don’t know.

The muscle lining maintains its isosceles shape after the fact, but dead tissue remains

Twice in a row it has occurred, only this time I’m in charge of the arrangements

Arrangements I don’t want to make, arrangements that still need to be undertaken

A simple prayer service for a life that never was, that is all the empty institution can offer

Their pagan theatrics wrapped in flowing color can’t put that baby back where it belongs  

It makes me wonder if Lazarus is just another corpse, not unlike all of the others

It makes me wonder if a blood sacrifice is even worth accepting, I’ve seen it twice before

I am cold-hearted and lifeless, a bad reputation grows from the tips of these fingers

And I feel like I’m fighting a losing battle, a battle of who could care less

And I am past the point of rescue, a place called metaphysical freefall

My natural life is lived out, I might meet the flames of hell

But who really cares, because everybody else presses on without me

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I chose this for the title alone to read first~ metaphysiscs being one of my guilty pleasures of in depth perusal~ and here I be wrapping myself up in line after line of relatable textures~ I adore the cross sectioning of human fragility with the hard edges of mythos and religion~ there exist dual perceptions gazing around every image~ vivid and in depth~the audience is pulled closer to the edge of reason and the precipice of overall existential meaning with each line~ and the most captivating aspect of it all is that every single sentence holds a possibility of story all its own~ I'm glad you took a chance to read one of my sideways tilted perspectives on life because it brought me here to dive deep into the waters of your own poetic calligraphy which is expansive and so rich with sensory glaze~

[Joiedevivre]

Drew me in completely. Profound and brilliant.

[zig]

well, i thought this was quite good. the subjest is brutal, the devostration of stilbirth, the anger and the loss, depression, the emotional whirpool, and then the numb apathetic aftermath, he shadow refuses to fade. and it all needs attending, must be dealt with, but the mind and body sinply can't take anymore. this poem has a strong narrative voice, and the subject is presented and expressed clearly. it was tough to read, it strikes a cord of harsh reality no one wants to see, but you pulled us it, and we freefall with you. very well written.

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combing the depths of introspective thoughts like waves of conciousness..I will keep this is mull over a couple more times as I thoroughly indest your poem..great work

[Nobody.]

deep & wide. I like it, but I'll have to read it a dozen or so more times before I fully come to terms with the meaning.....that means it's my kind of poetry. Write on!
Cheers!

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. ah, well ... you win for creating a spectacular title ... a spectacular thought to go with it ... and words and images ... that seem like they are in an intensely engaging conversation ... this is an amazingly insightful and profound internal dialogue ... it has some truly special moments ... despite the resignation ...