
Without Power
Stars of night sky casting light on my darkness Rogue thoughts rush through Unclear Disorienting No longer adept in finding clarity my mind encircled by rings of luminescence Trapped in a vice-like squeeze Where words lose their form and sound falls into the chasm of dissension Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Ring - Stream of Consciousness Rogue - Word of the Day Luminescence - RDP Adept - FOWC
Your words here perfectly captured the feeling of powerlessness, Christine!❤️
Thank you so much Punam ☺️❤️
You are welcome, dear. 🥰
A beautiful poem Christine
Thank you Sadje
You’re welcome 😉
Poetically resounding..
“Where words
lose their form
and sound
falls into the
chasm of dissension”
https://youtu.be/m0d51nl7iSg
Thank you dear Ivor 🥰. I love the name of this song!
Yeah 🎶💙🌏
Beautiful poem!
Thanks Regina! ☺️