Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Psychological Nomad (Poetry)

Artwork by: Mimi Knoop

My attic has the thoughts of an addict
Never stagnant… psychologically nomadic
Passive passion and violent crimes
A killer is locked away in the corridors of my mind
Christ is in a tomb in the chambers of my heart
Tempted by a serpent slithering through the night
Dwelling in my shadows… we’ll never be apart
Bringing the fear of death to the tree of life
A suffering savage withholding truth
An elder with fruit withheld from the youth

Every time I’m on edge I’m afraid to jump
Afraid of the potential karmic debt
Afraid of the demons that I thought I suppressed
Afraid of losing this pedestal that I deny
My attic has the thoughts of an addict
Never stagnant… psychologically nomadic

-Jon Chambers

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