The Mind's Fragrance

Another piece from the abandoned random word project. Starter words supplied by an acquaintance, Ben. Titled by my poetry brother, Malik.

Awaken, My Love! …

That’s what my mother used to say to me,

back when I was a child;

Pure, Innocent, and Jovial.

Oh, how amazing it was to not be able to hold a grudge,

to have complete control over what used to be my sanity,

or so I thought…

As I reflect on it, I’ve come to realize

that I simply had no idea what was going on.

I was blind to every ill-natured thing that tried to harm me…

Naive if you will. 

My mind was, and still is nothing more than a vacuum,

a black hole  that completely absorbs me and sends me 

to the ghastly abyss where time after time again, 

I get caught in the same infinite loop:

Chase kittens. Put away silverware. Watch football.

Chase kittens. Put away silverware. Watch football.

Chase kittens. Put away silverware. Watch football…

All to escape the negative externalities of life,

by calling some type of zone defense.

Intercepting negative thoughts,

then fumbling them and turning them over in the form of tears

that slide down my cheeks just as butter does on my

mother’s Sunday morning homemade pancakes…

Pooling around the base of my being and saturating me 

until I could no longer lift myself up…

 

Now, intrinsically, I realize that there is a chance 

for me to seek some form of help, however,

I’m baffled as to how I’m supposed to cleanse my mind

when it reeks of the pungent, infamous cologne:

Depression de Chanel,

and as to how others are supposed to help me,

because when they come close

they too feel the painful stings of the infinite cuts

upon my head from my metaphorical crown of thorns…

And that’s when they too begin to wonder if our blissful childhood 

Fragrance of ignorance will ever be avenged.

© Prophet in The Making, 2016