Solvent fills the air acrid light headed
tentatively step forward onward
through light soaked white rooms
Church of thought process emotion action reaction
plastered over walls ceiling floor
nostalgia hangs by thick rope swing
intuition crucified with rusty nail of indignation to nothing
but the rotten decaying wall
floor creaks under my light weight
i wait
golden sun shines through broken pain
i wait
nose burns acrid smell pleasant light head
and wait
mind runs clear of worry for short unmeaserable time
and i wait
i wait
tentatively step forward onward
through light soaked white rooms
Church of thought process emotion action reaction
plastered over walls ceiling floor
nostalgia hangs by thick rope swing
intuition crucified with rusty nail of indignation to nothing
but the rotten decaying wall
floor creaks under my light weight
i wait
golden sun shines through broken pain
i wait
nose burns acrid smell pleasant light head
and wait
mind runs clear of worry for short unmeaserable time
and i wait
i wait
posted by Pat Thompson at
1:09 pm
1 Comments:
Pat!
Did you get a hair-cut recently? I almost thought that it was someone else.
By the way, I like this poem, waiting for the divine work of Him in your life, it felt soulful to me. JB
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