Gleaned from the skin of the world.

[Raz]

Synaesthesia takes hold the higher you rise
You find your sadness was held by tactile embrace
The world making you a microcosm of itself
And all the hurt
All the miseries
The cancers that grew inside and turned you black
Squeezed intolerably against every pore
They gain release now
Flying ice cold into the night
Where they shimmer
Turn small
And become stars
How do you tell them
There is nothing beyond?
There is everything.

You can ascend
But you can never stay.

You descend
But you never go back.

 

[Jennyfur_Karma_Kin]

This is fantastic work but I love this bit especially:

"How do you tell them
There is nothing beyond?
There is everything."

 

[axiomaxiom]

it's been 5 years maybe since I posted here, good to see a familiar face! My favorite piece is << You find your sadness was held by tactile embrace>>. As a side note, if I may, I had to trace back to some lines to determine what was turning into stars. I'm taking it that the hurt and miseries have become the stars of the the microcosm that the poem's subject was turned into. Definitely an interesting piece!

axiom

 

[pk.]

Nice, interesting perspective.

 

[Raz]

Thanks y'all

Yeah, that's right about the hurt and miseries becoming stars....little lights that you use to navigate in the dark sometimes instead of oppressive force that holds you down all the time