Ponderings Deux

Ponderings Deux was written in January 2017. This is the second poem that is simply comprised of thoughts.

How much longer will this bloody organ ache
I’m chasing my tail on the dark side of the moon

Sanity is grounds for hanging on emotional fascism
It is better to sleep in purgatory and feel blue

The driest of wines taste sweet at the moment
The sweetest of liquor are downright repulsive

Morning light can kill me in this state…

My skin has withered, peeled and descended into paling

I’m confident the soul has left my eyes

Until the final kingdom comes I’m damned into this 

My prison locks me tight

My only freedom is roaming and dragging my chains around at night…

Bloody muscle bleed not
For the days you are needed have gone

Stone corridors are my lovers at night
Chains keep my skin warm

The heat of affection is unknown to me
Foreign concepts, foreign languages

Gibberish to my mind

Skin.

Soul.
Intuition.

Alas here I am
Roaming alone

A beast in the cold

Reviews

[R J Askew]

High Gothic declaration of emptiness. The rejection of the normal norms is acutely felt and expressed. So too the compensating alternatives are, one senses, appreciated - those stone corridors (plural). Yet there is a confidence and certainty in all the woe that is beyond the range of those wallowing around in the normal or range of mean average doubt.
Perhaps the realisation that one is chained is liberating.