Talked with my psychologist today
Come to find out
I am afraid of being sober!
I experience my emotions
Far too intensely
I begin to hyperventilate
White noises fills my head
Involuntary muscle spasms
Heart pounding in my chest
Deep breaths, meditation
Better yet medication
My empathy is an open wound
  Quiet! Concentrate on your legs......

My soul, the filter of the self,
***** and grimey.

Sticky energy stuck,
Karma links,
Life amuck.

I'm scrubbing myself clean
And finding the shine underneath.
Yes the process is long and mean
But after I've made it past the bleak
Heath,
I will come out as my true being.

.
Dust hangs in the still air,
caught by a shaft of light,
shiny sprinkles float serene,
in space a string-less kite.

A particle catches the eye,
playing tai-chi within a ray,
the stationary free dance
of a mote at indulgent play.



© Pagan Paul (25/12/18)

There is light that keeps shining off me

and I'm dimming out

from the constant darkness you surround me with

just to reassure that you won't go blind.

They talk about manifestation
And the power is in me, always,
But they're full of ****.
Just a straight up liar
Because otherwise the world would already be on fire
And burning me down to the ground
With it.