Stagnance of Spirit
(Inspired by "Postponement of Self" - Laura Riding)
I will not listen to this siren song.
Endless wails of beckoning—
And pleading
“Just, get on with it”
It seems to say—
Day in, night out—
But no!
It makes me ache on every limb.
I can not simply leave this body.
In dreams, I can—
In dreams, I can do as many a thing
That the gods in heaven do on a whim.
But here, in reality, I am stuck
Under my own goddamn volition;
Sometimes I can barely control it
And it hurts
And it preys on me.
They said progress doesn’t happen overnight.
Well,
I say,
All I want, is to wake up one morning
And feel free,
And feel light.
I want submerged words to penetrate me
With such a passion and feeling
That I will know the next morning,
Upon Wake,
That my Gut is still strong.
The internal device that waits inside...
inside someone who is more than ready
to throw away their apathetic musings.
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