Dense

on the spot

there's a soft hum

i can hear

in my head

and i need a more

dense situation

to be in

because the fragile atmosphere

might break

any minute

and we all might collapse

let's ricochet 

down to the minuscule atom

we knew ourselves to be

it seems

its been so long

since i knew how to breathe

what about the trees

can they breathe too?

or am i the only one?

we're all having is too much

and when you've run out of luck

the only prize 

earned

is having to watch

and watch

our useless efforts

sink into the bottomless pit 

we all knew existed

Author's Note

in a fit of emotion
this blurted out
a stream of words
that clash together
like the Ides of March and Ceaser

a linear thread of nonsensical jimble jangle

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I warn against purposely seeking out the dark. Many believe that to move past something they must first fully understand it. But like the like the light there is no end to the dark. You must decide to move to the what makes you feel joy, peace or jubilation and leave the undiscovered dark a mystery. A thoughtful write, Khatoon:)