dysautonomia
an image poem
Published in
May 9, 2021
dysautonomia
you don’t even know
onomatopoeia
never let it show
ticking clocks
blank walls
stretching miles high
bored ceilings
countless meanings
never asking why
shipwrecked sailors
ancient mariners
drowning while at sea
cunning sirens
clever muses
won’t you sing for me?
the west wind gently blows
and brings a tear to my eye
whirling dervishes appear
where the earth meets the sky
the drums keep beating louder
deep inside my ersatz chest
my youth a distant memory
along with all the rest
flying nearer that splendid fire
shiver naked on the forest floor
as veins intertwine with vines
a voice whispers, “nevermore”
