"apperceptive" poems
Ulysses
Bound by these chains
I am forsaken.
Abandoned by His blessing
I am ******
to a suffering eternal.
The shackles which grasp my feet grow tighter with every step I take.
The unbending fastening held by the constraints around my neck becomes narrow as it breaches my flesh
Granting me only enough air to stay conscious
But I am not apperceptive, I am not cognizant,
I do not understand.
I would sacrifice my heart for the savor of authentic human affection
For the sensation of a kiss can only linger in my mind for so long
the saccharine taste shall cease eventually
Oh, my sweet, sweet propensity
Like Ulysses
I wish for wax, to block out the melodious call of that siren song
To impede the outside noise of those whom I will never truly feel
I yearn to rewind time like the wheels of a broken watch
And return to yesterday,
For I met affection then
if only for a moment.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC