Eminence

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This is my first submission here, please be gentle ahaha. This poem is about a year old and was written at a time when I was really struggling with life, spirituality, mental health, substance abuse, etc. Writing is a coping mechanism for me and is more about translating my thoughts and feelings in the most raw and natural manner possible, as opposed to reading smoothly. Poetry isn't my bread and butter, I'm more of a blog/novel/essay kinda person. Please feel free to give any criticism you have though.

Eminence

Clouds draw overhead

Casting shadows in muted purple.

Souls take flight,

Minds retreat,

Consciousness remains.

 

An ache

Known more intimate by my gut

Than by my reason

Takes hold,

Sets loose the swans.

Guided only by nature

We take flight,

We seek truths known only by the gods.

 

Born of clay,

Eyes bend to the horizon.

Ever changing shapes

My mind can't bear to see.

Slivers of purple pierce my soul,

Scratch the landscape bare.

The gods stand atop the hill…..

Screaming.

 

A private apocalypse.

An ache known more intimate by me

Than by you.

You form me of clay

Set me loose in the maze

And strike me down at every turn.

My lungs full of bitterness heave,

Turn in on themselves

And dampen the disquiet.

 

The horizon gleams,

Smug in it's celestial command.

Eminence.

An ache

Known more intimate by us

Than by the gods

Turns us towards the grave.

The smoke in my lungs

Crafts a barrow.

The clay from which we are born

Envelopes us when we are gone.

 

The gods stand atop the hill…..

Clutching roots….

Screaming.