Words moving more slowly
Washing dark spots off my soul
Poetry
Deep pockets of consciousness
Aroused by that sprite
What ado if that muse be gone
How do I conjur this magic?
Remember the unconscious
Created the inspiration for the creation of art
The muse is not without
But within
Words don't fail me now Spill out like the wails of mothers losing their babies at the auction block words comfort me like the prayers at dawn during The Fast to our benevolent God Muster up lifelong
It feels like flushed cheeks and pulsating jawbones It feels empty It feels like blood rapidly popping as it travels from heart It feels like nothing It feels like under/over eating It feels like a vo
The anxiety makes the stomach flip The depression makes the limbs heavy The tug and pull Is overwhelming and nauseating Gags Short breaths Teeth chattering Big sighs as tears roll down
