Brain Cell

there’s a deceptive silence
thoughts reverberate
so many accomplices
ascend, incite
they vie for reprieve
but there’s none for them

denied for another time
refused—they refuse
they’re compelled to conspire
because they’ve not been released

past remembered, forgotten, it’s all there
pain is a lifer that way
you banish it
it will find you
in fact it never leaves
it merely lies in wait

it becomes a platform
whereupon the new found its gallows
the noose, slack—awaits
it allies with the new to make certain its grip
when your world falls and it snares you by the throat

you can’t recall but it remains
it’s there because it could seek no outlet
when it was still young and malleable
over time it hardened under the pressure of its mold
and now a keep is constructed
it has been laid stone upon stone
kept now by a firmed foundation

it’s home. you know it well
it’s no refuge though
a prison of time’s making
with no pardon

 

 

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 31, 2010
all rights reserved

Poetic Sojourn

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About Scott Schoffstall

I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal. My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical. They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is? View all posts by Scott Schoffstall

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