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-elysium
she feels broken in ways
never talked-about at psychology conventions
long plagued by macabre illustrations
vividly, hauntingly, etched in her psyche
slowly sapping any residual color left in the desire for life
methodically, she gathers an all too familiar courage;
the strength to fly away with a somber dream
to finally be free this time
no longer a caged denizen of wanton potential
left adrift, wading too deep in pseudo philosophy
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never talked-about at psychology conventions
long plagued by macabre illustrations
vividly, hauntingly, etched in her psyche
slowly sapping any residual color left in the desire for life
methodically, she gathers an all too familiar courage;
the strength to fly away with a somber dream
to finally be free this time
no longer a caged denizen of wanton potential
left adrift, wading too deep in pseudo philosophy
-ed
Published 13th Jan 2015
| Edited 13th Jan 2017
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Anonymous
13th Jan 2015 5:24am
have you been in my brain lately?
excellent write!
excellent write!
uhm, maybe? You'd know before me ;)
It's always nice when someone relates to your work, thanks for the kind words and visit, Minerva...
It's always nice when someone relates to your work, thanks for the kind words and visit, Minerva...
13th Jan 2015 5:33am
Fenom some scars are just to deep to reveal except to a select few.. love this with love Brenda
13th Jan 2015 5:34am
And some too deep to cope with unfortunately. Thanks for the read and kind words as usual, Brenda... :)
Anonymous
13th Jan 2015 10:22am
Wow...this is outstanding my friend. I can totally relate to these words.
13th Jan 2015 10:24am
I'm always glad when someone can find something in themselves in one of my writes. Thanks for the kind words and visit, Muse... :)
13th Jan 2015 6:46pm
"long plagued by macabre
illustrations
vividly, hauntingly, etched in her psyche"
^^^^
really loved that image Eddie... like should- be-safe places have been devoured by acid... leaving ruts & traps for monsters to hide in.
like all the ladies above, this resonates down to my core. a great write.
illustrations
vividly, hauntingly, etched in her psyche"
^^^^
really loved that image Eddie... like should- be-safe places have been devoured by acid... leaving ruts & traps for monsters to hide in.
like all the ladies above, this resonates down to my core. a great write.
13th Jan 2015 6:52pm
I just can't imagine for the life of me why it would resonate with you... ;)
Thanks a lot for stopping in, katja, I always enjoy your feedback...
Thanks a lot for stopping in, katja, I always enjoy your feedback...
I felt compassion and empathy as I was reading. You have a gift for description. "psuedo philosophy" I started laughing. That term in-itself would be fun to sit and define. Good poem.
Reita! Thanks for stopping in, I'm always happy to see you...
Yes, I liked that little word play myself, thanks again for the visit and kind words... :)
Yes, I liked that little word play myself, thanks again for the visit and kind words... :)
Anonymous
13th Jan 2015 9:19pm
Well composed poem, Fenom,the two stanzas make a great balance,a hint of emotion and at the same time observing...
Thank you, Fay. I appreciate the kind words and I'm glad the composition is appealing...
14th Jan 2015 2:44am
not caged & not anchored. hard to feel secure when you're drifting. formidable poetry...
14th Jan 2015 2:47am
what a fantastic thought, dream to find such a balance in an elysium....if only (sigh)
wonderful ink Fenom...
wonderful ink Fenom...
Although this actually has a darker meaning for me and the person it's mused in part by, I'm glad you found what you did in it, jemac. Thanks for stopping in... :)
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28th Mar 2016 9:39pm
this is like that little kid watching his last birthday balloon escape & fly away into the gray sky....knowing somehow this is the last day of his childhood.....great poem~SS
28th Mar 2016 10:48pm
