dissociative anxiety disorder

no peace this: only a beginning of days,
an end of days, a snip of scissors here
and there, a scattering of the thread
on the floor.

(weekend's ending.)

no prophetess i: no mountains to climb,
though i may dream of the dank solitude
of a dark cave, the messages that await,
love's mystery most extraordinary.

(midnight's breaking.)

only the stench of dishes in sink,
the warbling of water cooler,
the throbbing of mottled chin,
the itch in scalp, the dryness
in eyes, the ache in every joint.


(heart is racing.)

erik99
I can't claim to understand all this, but the language is exquisite.

heterodynemind
Life can be that way. We are only witnesses. (love 'love's mystery most extraordinary')

jinjahman
'the throbbing of mottled chin' grabbed me - lovely words. Great structure. interesting, at times elusive -in a good way- subject matter!

James T. Adair
I love your individual style on this....you've gotten me really curious. It actually reminds me of someone else.. What can be done about it I'm wondering. Very nice, your style