Transcendence
This pen drips grief
Red as the pain
Pumping through my heart
As it begs for release.
Time stops,
Reversing my pain
Into an emptiness,
Comforting apathy.
Tears defy gravity as
This high transcends,
Pulling back into my eyes
The pain I thought I knew.
Gently placing my mind
Worlds away from this prison
Behind my bones,
Separate from and immune to
The turbulent workings within.
To shield my insignificance
From my desire.
Freedom at the eye of the storm.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world