Wilting Spirit (Revised)

I heed a spirit’s whisper wilting on
the wind, don’t fell my tree; in dark
of seated silence words fall as pebbles
noisomely – disturbing inner calm,
angering pointlessly

All are baulked with bated breath –
it feels as if the end is coming near
and blindly stifles life, I can’t create
a thing, your reading messages from
worldliness alive now interferes:

So aliens drive Africa in Volkswagen
Beetles, ancient Landrovers, make
a mess of cold emptiness, creating
static within the fearsome silence
already within, spurring turmoil

Scared – scared of tomorrow,
scared of increasing darkness
of great loneliness
scared of being me –
of no chance of escape…


[ORIGINAL:]

I feel like a wilting spirit whispering
on the wind, don’t chop down my tree,
sitting in the darkness of silence, words
falling like pebbles, disturbing the quiet
in my mind and making me angry

Everybody living with bated breath - it
feels as if the world is coming to an end,
life is stifled, I cannot create anything,
your reading out messages from the
world of the living: foreigners

crossing Africa in Volkswagen Beetles
and ancient Landrovers – makes a mess
of the cold emptiness in my head, creating
even more static in the fearsome silence it
already contains, living in turmoil

Scared – scared of tomorrow, scared of the
increasing darkness and great loneliness
scared of being me, no chance of escape…

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Yarbrough
We can be racing, we can wondrous things before our eyes, in the company of friends even and still our demons control the conversation or lack of one, with the blinders on.
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Nikunj
Scared of tommorow , yes we all are crossing the africa with old beetles , wheels too small compared to the darkened, hardened tarmac . The poem has the poetic vibe embroidered with the spirit of being . Lovely read
 
seema chowdhury
A touchy and a heartfelt write.
 
allenpaulson
Battlefield of the mind by Joyce Meyer.
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Chaos1214
The compelling tangential particulars of a tough trek on a hard trail (be it literal or figurative). Just wondering, would an expedition across Africa be more taxing than one across the Outback?
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