lack of substance
took me nowhere else but here
to this place to reflect, among other things
softened over the years
I built this castle on the sand
voice box for all things
I couldn’t communicate
cowered away
from an inconvenient display –
an array in vain
that only Freud would understand
these days are strange
filled with pain
it evaporates
through my lungs
in cornices, window sills and rusty radiators
leading to places I used to go
never fully
deprived of this decency to a sufficient degree
by everyone involved
and being now surely suitable subject
to my psychanalysis on the couch
one on one, with bare, weathered, whitewashed walls
they won’t answer me at all
and this is their greatest strength
on which my recovery rests firmly
while putting this puzzle together
from positive words and scraps
of other ordinary objects
words heard once but forgotten
photographs that survive without colour
on this blank canvas
I am painting my new reality
to relieve the life
and relive it through
without remorse
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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May part of your relieving & reliving without remorse be with the knowledge that it is not for want of substance but rather of understanding that it may seem like you have been left wanting. You are a person of immeasurable worth with so much to offer to those who are willing to put in the time & effort to get to know you. You, my friend, are a gift to any & all who are willing to make themselves present with you.
Very deep. I love it.
wonderful!! Love the flow and the words
photographs that survive without colour on this blank canvas These lines blew my mind! Stunning poem!