When Poetry Is Absent

Every now and then I become detached from my inner self Like a polluted river Carrying loads of toxic waste I become the sludge of toxic thoughts and emotions Wittingly poured into my body, mind and soul By the thick cloud of uncertainty Enveloping the skies of life Like a dry river bed My existence feels deserted The sounds of my flowing passion are no more The force that quenches my thirst Clearly absent from the furrow of my existence Like a winter night The air becomes thickened with hostilities Cold wind blows through my frozen world No clouds of Silence To calm my body, mind and soul Torn from the sanctity of my inner being I am now an inhabitant of the outer self No poetry to calm my nerves Everything looks dry and rigid The pedestal of hope lies broken on the ground The thick cloud of hopelessness covers the sky A dark deluge of fear is fast approaching Certainly I cannot stay here I have to go back to my sanctuary I have to find a way to calm my nerves I have to submerge my body, mind and soul Into the realm of Silence I have to be still The path to my inner being Totally wedged inside the Silence I have to find the door to my inner self And maybe then I will pour myself onto the fabric of life I will find the words to describe my harrowing ordeal I will write poems about hopelessness, fear and uncertainty I will be safe inside the fortified walls of the inner being I will be home inside the realm of nothingness ©