the supernova of your words

Your words spill into my soul  
like a supernova bleeding light  
out into the darkness
and in this moment
right here, right now  
I feel alive again  
 
I let them print a barcode  
under my skin  
gave up my freedom for a norm  
I can’t quite conform to  
where depression is a misnomer  
because this melancholy doesn’t come
from disconnecting chemistry  
 
I stare at the pillars holding us up
stationery landmarks with puppet strings
orchestrating us in a show we can’t control  
repaying us in endless days of the same  
 
A lack of breath is not the only dead here
I’ve been bleeding words and silent screams  
begging for change  
for something beyond this lonely  
that has sunk into the white walls
and left me with nothing but mirrors
reflecting the decaying repeat  
of my soul’s desires  
slip into the plaster  
a reminder of the dreams I’ve lost  
 
You words spill into my soul  
like a supernova bleeding light  
out into the darkness
and in this moment
right here, right now  
I feel alive again  
 
If only I could make the feeling stay  
beyond the momentary adventure  
of an atmosphere of words
that revive but don’t bring  
eternal life  
 
© Indie Adams 2015