A Restless Happening

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Prose written when I was in a restless and flighty mood. Enjoy.

I’m restless.

I’m restless and tangled.

The feeling stays wound in the pit of my stomach,

Like sheets left crumpled on a bed,

The tang of a nightmare stale on the fabric.

My hands are aching to create,

I can see it in the way my fingers stretch,

Dancing, taking flight like birds.

It stays pent up inside me, thrashing.

I’m aching.

I’m aching and empty.

Hollowed out, a jack-o-lantern grinning,

Staring into the darkness with empty eyes.

I long to be filled with colors once more,

But all I see is a hazy mist.

My soul feels wrung dry,

Like clothes hanging on a line,

Limp and dripping,

With madness, and wasted potential,

The way I will soon end.


Submitted: December 06, 2014

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