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Darkened Sky
by Alison McKenzieI’m going to try to understand the chaos,
The going ‘round and ‘round of it
With various different connections,
Why I gravitate toward
Those hungry fingers
And the logic that evades me?
I want to see it from another angle,
The one where I get to fix what’s wrong with me;
When the wobbly, spinning axis
Balances and collisions are avoided
By much larger margins than these.
Sometimes, I truly want to take a breath
And have it be finished
At last.
And this is my dysfunction,
My drug of choice,
My way to cope with a moment
I can live in.
The steps I take
Seem to forever lead me back
To the same fucking mirror.
All I want now
Is to be able to see the beauty there,
And not the wretched ugliness
Of something I’ve never quite been able
To wrap my mind around.
The raised voice,
The rage,
The shaking hands and
Pounding heart.
It always comes back to that,
Failure written across a darkened sky.
04/27/2010 Author's Note: Every once in awhile...feels loathsome.
Posted on 04/27/2010
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 04/28/10 at 02:48 AM i figure, as long as the collision is avoided, the margin can be as narrow as an atom, but it's the fourth stanza that really stands out to me. it feels like something from the past... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/29/10 at 04:05 PM ...the answer is: there is NO answer. life's mosaic dysfunctions allow us only fleeting glimpses...love the catharsis, grit... |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/10/10 at 10:30 PM This is like a cubist painter who, with daring, brushes a self portrait revealing the brokenness within. This painter is to be admired for the honest artistry and the willingness to let the rest of us see through the darkness to the courageous soldier fighting in the cause of self discovery and self love. Thanks for this work of Art, generously given to us. |
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