“Pain deserves to be felt,”
As nerve endings send signals
Informing our minds of the outside
World intercepting our misconceptions
With stark revelations dispelling hazed
Recollections of how things were.
The past caught up in our distortion
Of present situations provoking
Hesitation and flight toward futures
We’ll probably forget.
The sharp and dull prick of instigation
Oxygenation of our blood
Floating like stills dripping solution
Developing the conditions of our
Hearts overexposed and overdosed
Collapsing and contracting
Like leaves on a dry autumn day.
Moonlit Poetry 