Brain Cell

there’s a deceptive silence
thoughts reverberate
so many accomplices
rise, incite
they vie for redress
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 recidivous that way
you banish it
and 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 hold
when your world falls and it grabs you by the throat

you can’t recall but it remains
it’s there because it could find no outlet
when all was bright and malleable
inexorably hardened under pressure from the mold
as though a keep inverted
having been wrought at every turn
until immured within

it’s home. you know it well
it’s no refuge though
a prisoner of time
sentenced to life
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 31, 2010
all rights reserved

Poetic Sojourn


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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