Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Elexir

Sad
Small
Lonely
Confused
Angry
Crazed
I feel as if I've been backed into a corner, lost in a maelstrom of thoughts, floating in a pool of memory. Yet all of these change then stay the change like an unsteady wind threatening to blow the last leaf away. I'm being swept away by a swift river of sorrow in which many sticks of loneliness catch on my clothing. Soon I'm striped of everything my own dignity. I wander the cold bleak land of reflection to find nothing to reflect on; I am striped of everything, striped of everything, of everything, everything.

5 comments:

Mary: said...

I am stunned you were able to articulate these feelings. It's good to see you in the blogspere again.

A Circle of Quiet said...

It always amazes me that such incredible beauty and articulate expression can come from pain, Mark. Thank you for sharing this. Sending love to you.

Mrs. Wheeler

Mark Farrell said...

Thank you Mrs. Wheeler for visiting my blog.

Risa said...

*hugs* I love you so much. You are a very good writer...keep it up. You should write your feelings more often, when you're happy, upset, angry, confused, joyful, or whatever. Your choice of words and metaphores here are beautiful, I was pretty surprised at how eloquent this was. Wow, Mark. You continue to surprise and amaze me. *hugs* I know I already said this, but I love you so much. SO much. We should go on a date sometime soon...you and me.

Grayscale said...

I am able to empathize these feelings. The coldness of that icy spear that scrapes you from within. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.