I am caught,Caught in my minds’ eye in some wondrous place. No one but me and the clouds,
I soar to some, fantastical, unfathomable realm reality departs without a trace...And I am instantly sensualized by the way it holds me.I close my eyes false ecstacy; relieves me...
And yet somehow, in my mind’s eye, deep in some forbidden vault,Lay a reckless, soul, a ravishing, raving, lunatic.Laughing wildly at life and its,
Fucked up ways; its unusual sense of comic irony.
And here I amSomehow I find myself in this.
Is there a way out?I can’t tell whether I’m lost or clueless.Slowly but surely pictures pixels turn to streaks of...
Either way, I need helpI kneel and pray to some deity, hoping something might come down and deliver me, from myself.
Since, I am the mortal version of turpitude.
Deliver me, from me for I am immovable.I live and breathe in fear, wondering what my purpose is
And what do I do to rid myself of: guilt, pride and infinite ire.Hells fire, pure wrath turned inward, folded into the arms of my melancholy-mind like an angry black wind folded within an onyx, fiery, sadistic sky.
Flying high, yet more often soaring unbearably low.Till it takes me there again. Muzzled and confined in the cells of this cranial cage. Curdling shrieks of teary desperation.
As if drowning and I’m trying to scream.
‘Help me.’
"That girl..." (RB)AKA "Isis Inure"The "Inure" Muse
©2011
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©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
Hi! I'm "That Girl Muse," author, artist, muse, poet, surrealist and spirit guide, who uses creativity as a means to heal the mind. Each poem's a lil' bit of Inure Muse's story @Find_the_muse & support my work. You can also book me online!
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