Place of Refuge

Place of Refuge

21 September 2012

Flashback Queen

( from: proaudiostar )

It seizes the brain and numbs
the soul;
makes the living breathing world
a hell.

Fingers, too,
and hands and feet
belong to another,
but still persist and do their duties

longing to touch again, and truly feel
longing to make contact
with reality.

It will come; it will come--
this curtained world has passed before,
and the waking is so beautiful,
but how I want my life to be
a continual display
of beauty.

But to do that would be to 
obliterate memory.

And that's impossible.

So I go on, still
a flashback queen,

that's me.

1 comment:

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Hmm, disquieting. Like life itself.