Breaking Open My CocoonA Poem by I Cast a ShadowWhen the moon is low, I am high. Is it a coincidence? When I love another, I embrace my present though I meet dissonance that is headlined with our names in neon lights. The sound of broken harps and stomped brass Plays the symphony of my promises. The sound of gravel and failed suicide attempts plays like background music to my present Like an ivory ambience of a train a mile away " Typing on keys like eggshells. Noticeable, though muffled by some banal conversation. Memories are ghosts. That’s all they are. That’s all they are. They’re not real. They’re just ghosts. Possession is temporary. Be calm, my mind and stay still Upon the creeping chill that slows my decisions. You are the answer to your own epitaph. © 2016 I Cast a Shadow |
StatsAuthorI Cast a ShadowPortland, ORAboutI read classics, science fiction, philosophy, and very little fantasy. I am inspired by Taoism and other Eastern philosophy, anarchy, new concepts, my ancestry, my muse, her family, my own family, .. more..Writing
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