Unbidden

Chaos swirls gleefully around my ankles

threatening to drown me forever

sleep hurriedly plays hooky from half-hooded lids

leaving behind gritty, distorted vision

love strangles my neck in a sweet embrace

neither dead nor alive, I hang in limbo

in this twilight zone of suspended nothingness

lingering clandestinely, I look for foresight

hindsight only twists a rusted knife through my tortured soul

the sullen desolation in the pit of my stomach

screams tedious tales that I would rather not tell

wily words slyly tiptoe from the tips of my fingers

writing somber stories that were never intended.

46 thoughts on “Unbidden

  1. I can relate to this as a writer. The last lines are wonderful, “wily words slyly tiptoe from the tips of my fingers writing somber stories that were never intended.” Sometimes what comes out may not be intended but may nonetheless be necessary to unburden the heart and mind…

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  2. Punam, I feel such anguish pouring from your fingertips. My sincere and fervent hopes that these things are cast away from you in a mighty wind that blows them far far into the desert where they turn to grains of sand and harm you no more.

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  3. My, my, I am so glad to read your work again, Punam. This is a glorious exploration of the shared human experience, brought to life through your wonderful lens. I love it so. ❤🙏😊

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  4. Oh my Punam… the heaviness of these beautifully written words tears at my heart. “hindsight only twists a rusted knife through my tortured soul”

    I’m sending you lots of love ❤️❤️

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