Why do I feel so out of it..
In it deep past shoulder height..
Highly choking in, on oxygen's gust..
Alien thoughts invading minds..
Awol wandering, wondered minds
Lost in bewilderment's hung on chains..
Lost in bewilderment's hung on chains..
Incapacitated muscles stack out pointing..
On junctions, in circles, going nowhere..
Erased from time is ghostly passage..
And in limbo, stood in cycles..
Stack in limbo all around limbo
All in limbo, limbo, limbo
Why do I feel so out of it..
Keys to doors, doors to keys..
Held in search for always, ways in..
In it deep past shoulder's height..
Drowning in, on solid grounds, stood on firm soil
Loosely giving way losing grounds
Long being in, for far too long ..
Dissolution set sealing seal
Cold in the arctic, dessert so bland, white ..
Cold in the arctic, dessert so bland, white ..
Why do I feel so out of it..
Sun light's ray, now so much hoped for..
Sun light blessed to brighten paths ..
Voices in heads yelling out
Why do I feel so out of it
In it, deep past shoulders height
There is someone at the door
Go and check, go and check
Who is there, who is there
Sun light blessed to brighten paths ..
Voices in heads yelling out
Why do I feel so out of it
In it, deep past shoulders height
There is someone at the door
Go and check, go and check
Who is there, who is there
Hi Kodjo, some days I find myself wondering the same!.
ReplyDeleteMama said there'd be days like this.. mama said..
ReplyDeleteAt times we need to feel out of it, if only to appreciate when we feel completely in sync :)
ReplyDeleteI concur with Mary's thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI love image here. It fits poem so well.
ReplyDeleteHi Kodjo ~~ Very descriptive of a person going in circles.
ReplyDeleteI like it. :)
My favorite lines (really a sad affair when it's like this):
"Keys to doors, doors to keys..
Held in search for always, ways in.."
I would be searching for ways out.
My thoughts:
Sometimes when I'm down
I have visions of rolling,
over and over,
head down, over and around,
head down, over and around,
again and again until,
I then go crashing through,
a second story window,
to make my escape!
I like too, the ending lines where there is hope holding out. Good job.
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New to this site and have been away from blogging for a long time and am really feeling like this poem at this moment. best image for me Keys to doors, doors to keys held in search for always, all ways in.
ReplyDeleteLike your blog concept can I email you about it?