my mind bleeds thoughts
as if it has hemorrhaged
there is no color there
the description is blurred
as if something moved
as i pressed the button
my whole life smeared
across some page unopened
so that i can not read
what remains a mystery
i see the smeared image
of a life that has only
openings and closings
each page unavailable
for consideration of its
beginnings or endings
i hear the occasional voice
but do not hear my name
or refuse to recognize it
wanting only to disappear
so whatever the enlargement
nothing will be seen or noticed
except for the view
between the atoms
the stars shinning
in the distance
because I believe everything is connected even to the tiniest atom..I do believe that when you bleed so do I..great write! My mind keeps contemplating! Thank you!
I really like this, George. I've been considering somewhat similar themes of late and, although they remain as yet only in my head, not expressing them nearly as well as you have done here.
this poem is exceedingly strong, George. this poem has definitely had its Wheaties and pummels my plastic senses with so many powerful impressions and lasting. I am bowled over and under, so to speak. this ode speaks powerful volumes of a life that we always seem to life outer its focus.
