sprawlingink
She gazed forlornly out the window, the cobwebs trailing from her fingers as she traced patterns in the glass. Her sigh frosted the window over again and she closed her eyes against the sunlight streaming in.
The great lure of the horizon
stretched before her, out
beyond the fingertips
of her grasping imagination,
Yearning for a greater distance
than her mind could compass
The walls of the study began to close in on her. Books sagging from their shelves and threatening to drown her in a colossus of knowledge. If she had any say she supposed that it seemed a fitting way to go. But then that's a common occurrence nowadays--to be killed by the thing we love most.
There is a wall around my heart
That has no end and has no start
Of greyish, haunting marble stone
It stands there weary and alone
I could stir my brain with a stick.
The insides sticking, coagulating,
congealing.
The gray matter reflecting
the gray world
that holds me captive.
The compact glint
of a thousand lives
decimated instantly
in the blink of an eye
What from these ashes
can ever grow?
Will hope spring from
where sorrow sows?
I think I have
some Jung on the brain
yearning for word association
until spa becomes spar
becomes battle
becomes victory
becomes life
becomes death
and all the circles in between
I cling to this sunshine
that wraps around my arms
pulling my skyward
and smoothing me with hope
instilling the belief that
I can go on
for now
I cling to this sunshine
that wraps around my arms
pulling my skyward
and smoothing me with hope
instilling the belief that
I can go
for now
I stumbled through the maze
the walls of leaf and vine
and wondered if I would
my destiny soon find
I came to fear the middle
though branches I did rend
for there was the ever-growing fear
that there I'd meet my end
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