isolation

balancing

this precarious reality

where monsters loom

in bubbling pits of fire and fury

impatient to consume me

they surmount to terrorize

extremities of pain

treacherous walk

just above fear’s jagged edges

across a red and somber sky

ensanguined firmament

which offers no support

voltage laden atmosphere of light

i scream

into the fathomless abyss above me

a blood curdling howl

of echoeless despair

which no one hears

for i traverse on this thin rope

alone

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Trackback: very early healing pieces « Emmaatlast’s Weblog

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

an algonquin affair

tales of one woman's ongoing love affair with the waters of Algonquin Park.

M.C. Reardon

photographer~painter~poet

Abbey of the Arts

Transformative Living through Contemplative & Expressive Arts

Canoeguy's Blog

For those interested in restoring wood-canvas canoes

Nature's Place

The place of Nature in the 'ordinary' Spiritual Life through Meditation using Macro Photography to illustrate.

Katrina Kenison

celebrating the gift of an ordinary day

UnTangled

tell a redemptive story with your life. now.

%d bloggers like this: