Catatonia


Even the words are
Against me,
Hiding behind
My memories
And can't be drawn
To sound,
Leaving me mute
As an idiot.

Brain stops.
No thoughts,
No sounds.
Nothingness
Inside.

Then
Through the
Oblivion
Of sleep,
All
Changes

And I awake,
Open to everything.

A rush of ecstasy,
Inflating like a balloon
Swollen with ideas,
And I rush out
Into the world

Madly alive.







Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2007-02-10 at 01:08

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Bob
It describes pretty well what I often feel. Well written!
2007-02-10