Echoes of voices, given life by sixth sense
Snap visuals translate feelings, sensed but not known.
Torture is sifting through suspicion and doubt.
Detached from the physical,
Time sits static outside of the mind,
Eyes frosted with retreat
Repetitive movements reinforce the façade.
Senses trapped in a loveless relationship
Clarity is playing hide and seek
Distractions have no value
Conclusions build false roads
Kaleidoscope movement hides true form
The will is fading
The urge to dive is strong
The edge is so close
It starts off slowly
You test the waters
Bracing for an impact that does not exist.
Before long is too far gone
The white light is shrinking
The darkness starts to set
Frozen in place,
Nothingness caresses in comfort
Despair its only word
Can you feel the call?
Can you hear the echoes?
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Homegrown POEMS
PoetryThey forced their way to the surface and my fingers did as they were told.
