The Sunday Muse #206
I remember the day when her world stopped spinning.
Naive and innocently vulnerable
She found herself in a time machine
Observing the sun turning into myriad hues
Making way for the moonbeams.
Night traveled on a carpet of nightmares
In a neverland, where thoughts wander aimlessly, she breathes,
Amid the pathos, on a precipice...
Beguiled she lives,
Lifeless brain in a living body,
Unknown to herself or the rest of the world.
Engulfed in her cocoon forever, in a misty fog
She finds herself, at the unmarked deadend.
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Love this acrostic poem Sunita. These lines are like the lines on the face of a woman that show the experience that cannot be denied.
ReplyDeleteTrue. The other side of the coin. Thank you. Carrie for the amazing prompts :)
DeleteI can feel the lifelessness in her brain - so well described, the feeling of hopelessness.
ReplyDeleteThe dark side of the existence. The inner battles. Thank you, Sherry for the read :)
DeleteThis happens, one of the banes of staying alive and the brain not working right. Insomnia blues comes along. Nice Acrostic.
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Rightly said, Jim. Thank you for the appreciation :) I loved your nonet :)
DeleteSunita ~ wow! this is dark!
ReplyDeleteThis line really slays me:
"Lifeless brain in a living body,"
Beautifully written...
Sincerely,
David [ben Alexander]
http://skepticskaddish.com/
Thank you very much, David :)
DeleteI loved rhe two pieces I wrote for this prompt — you should come read them.,
ReplyDeleteI did check one and will definitely the check the other one, Rob :)
DeleteInsomnia Blues - lack of sleep does drain the brain.
ReplyDeleteIt definitely does!
DeleteYour Acrostic is amazing .... interesting how we both saw aging, fading and memory loss in different photos.
ReplyDeleteImages do speak to people who are blessed with words :)
DeleteWow. Wonderful acrostic - capturing the essence of hopelessness so powerfully.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marion :)
DeleteOh, I know insomnia too well. You have described it brilliantly.
ReplyDeleteMost of us go through that phase. Thank you, Susie, for passing by. Hope you are doing well :)
DeleteOh, I love this.
ReplyDeleteShould be written on my bedroom wall.
"Night traveled on a carpet of nightmares". Wow!!
""Night traveled on a carpet of nightmares"
ReplyDeleteExcellent line in this despairing poem.