I don't

I  

don’t feel 

 the sun  

caress my skin  

the subtle tang of summer  

Betrayed 

 upon the sylvan canopy 

I 

 don’t feel 

 the wind 

 haunt my eyes 

grazing the autumnal sphere 

Impaled 

 phantoms on my scented brow 

I 

 don’t feel  

the frost 

 cloud my thoughts 

winter motes captured  

Distraught  

fractal form amidst the dark 

I 

 don’t feel 

 the blossom  

taunt my  crown 

teasing vernal delight 

Hindered 

snagged by foretold ending 

Who?

It exists within my soul
this tender void.
Bittersweet and charmless
a mindless
tumultuous
churning!

Betraying the paralysis of dogma
My grimace shining within
the paralysis of dogma.
The illiterate
straitjacket of rapture.

Who do I think I am?

Cleansing darkness
as complete as the dawn
filling my senses with
a shuddering stillness.

The faint voice of wan decay
whispers in its shroud.

You will never know!

I Wish

I wish my life was free

from sorrow’s all encroaching emptiness

gnawing hungrily at my heart

I wish my life was free

from self-doubt’s sneering voice

calling from the coward’s lair

I wish my life was free

from insecurities clawing need

hiding behind the Phoenix shroud

I wish my spirit could soar

swirling on the breath of life

dancing with my kin unbound

I wish I was no longer shackled

by moribund tattered ashes  

cloying grasp on my soul