All Alone
silence, worse still
the echoes of my own thoughts
voices cascading
endless cackling
silence, worse still
the echoes of my own thoughts
voices cascading
endless cackling
senses strain to see
hear another here
amid the cavern of craving
infantile cries
then all certainty
more than breath
within the contractions of this case
another is with me
belief.
hear another here
amid the cavern of craving
infantile cries
then all certainty
more than breath
within the contractions of this case
another is with me
belief.
Been there! You evoke the place clearly. Encouraging conclusion.
ReplyDeleteYou have a gift for saying so much in so few words, Kim. And you not only say it... it's almost as if you sing it. A beautiful piece... and every word is a gem!
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Beautiful words, Kim. I love "senses strain to see/hear another here." I feel the struggle...and the peace of the resolution in the last line.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth - i suspect ALL of us that have lived beyond the age of 10 (not sure why i picked 10, but you get the idea) have been in this place.
ReplyDeleteNevine - thanks for your attentive and kind words. i do seem to get to the beginning, middle and end fairly quickly. :)
Julie - it seems that admitting the reality of loneliness often teaches us solitude. your comment has prompted me to write more on that journey... soon
solitude is a sad beauty,
ReplyDeletethank you for capturing it in a poetic form!
handsome writing!
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That was lovely...
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