Unburdened of my cares
I unpen corralled words
To set free thoughts I once felt needed herding
And unspeak impotent intentions
That have had their hearing deafened
I dis-appoint intentional attentions
Removing all these barbed external hooks
That have settled into my skin
Remorselessly
I strip away costumes
And un-ink skinned pages
To bleed out into emptiness
Freed from perceived obligations
As hope’s tide recedes
The sea of indifference floods in
Where I carelessly drift
In a slow voyage of undiscovery to returned forever
Until I lose everything
Except the charged consciousness of the eternal mind
Floating in blackness
Alone
David Trudel © 2013
The care of craft here belies the title.
Thanks Seb, very nice of you to say that!