Had I been holding my eyes tightly shut
I can't define the rush of adrenaline
it's not fear, it's not exhilaration
I am falling fast in a void, very fast
my chest is heavy
I am holding my breath and can't move
my toes, yes I can wiggle my toes,
I feel, I am aware, I am falling
Fast, and my brain is spinning
Like Dorothy , hallucinations swirling
moments, people of the past,
Floating, spiraling past the past
I command myself to exhale
I consciously task myself to breath
I close my eyes or at least I think I do
no longer supine
I am enervated, feeble
Disorientated, debased from my astral trip
These shoes are not cobblestone friendly
my backdrop is Quadrophenia
soundtrack is YES and Ziggy Stardust
moonbeams filter a violet haze
I sense Voodoo and eyes peeling away my layers
he is there
in a doorway, shadowed and arrogant
as he steps out to interrupt my stride, block my pathway
Cheshire grin,
Chiclet perfect, menacing but so seductive
I turn and run, I run as fast as I can
And I never look back
I command myself to exhale
I remind myself to breathe
I awake
I wiggle my toes and connect
my mind to my body
I command myself to exhale
I remind myself to breathe
About the Creator
Ramie Lewis
Science geek that tapped into my artsy, creative energy.
The magic and power of words define and create our world and brings me joy.
" Life isn't what you are given, it's what you create, what you conquer and what you aim to achieve".
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Amazing, I love your thoughts @C.Rommial Butler! Thank you for making me smile.
The man in the doorway comes and goes. He hates it when we summon him without accepting his deals. At the same time, he's so secretly lonely that if you just treat him cordially he never forgets and lets you slide, saving his savage torments for more volatile souls. It's the secret of grace, which we should never be too proud to refuse, unlike his deals, to which we should never be so foolish to agree... Well-wrought! Subscription reciprocated!
Thank you so much. I felt a lot of movement and motion and was trying to release some pent up emotions. I appreciate your encouragement.
Thank you Dharrsheena . I was pretty happy with that one too! Grateful for your read !
"I sense Voodoo and eyes peeling away my layers" I loves this line so much! Your poem was so intense and poignant! I loved it!
Thank you Novel! Wow, you have made my morning🤗
I hope you are dreaming, this is so many layered my head is spinning. Great dive into dreamland. Subscribed and hearted.