hurdling & ghosts visiting

cruel fragments of chronicles—

flashing randomly, hurting me.

 

pausing…

i realized this evoking.

 

too intense,

these silly & pathetic strikes.

i won’t be dragged.

 

regressing—

 

impatience skews inspiration,

anxiety batters,

i’m brawling & wrestling.

 

rescue me, rescue me,

i can’t die today!

 

i’m moving, waving, flapping,

disregarding the sirens inside my mind,

returning from a daze.

 

at last—

 

i am home again, winning.

 

 

2012

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to hurdling & ghosts visiting

  1. Leo says:

    the line “impatience skews inspiration” rang true with me; I relate it to writing. I must let ideas sit and mell, or not, for long periods. I’m not sure how you are using or refering to it but thanks for reminding me.

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