Heavy pinned silence
Pressure
Heavy breathing
Fear and whispers of terror
Prelude
Now, thunder!
Now, lightning!
Unshackle the furies!
Whip my nerves with winds of desires!
Ruin my castles, my edifices!
Uproot the trees of certitudes!
Now, thunders!
Now, lightnings!
Now, car alarms,
Stir the panic turmoils!
Heavy, the flood sinks
My window sills
Loneliness pours its trail on glasses
Snails start their trips on sidewalks
Silence
Pressure
Fear
Gone!
This poem lacks nothing for sheer vivacity and excitement.The narrative voice seems for all the world to be stuck inside a migraine !
Thank you so much, Louis Kasatkin!! Your words healed me!!!
Great news ! Can you get a priest to confirm this ? ( just kidding…honestly )
I am allergic to priests and garlic….. you got the picture, didn’t you?! 🙂
I think that I did,I’ll pass your comments onto my colleague Van Helsing.