Hollow Thoughts

These speeches tingle 

in their evanescence, 

their spiritual ability 

to transcend 

what I thought 

could be real. 

This truth 

sticks out its tongue 

and stirs my inner chaos 

with its mocking laughter, 

its broken rhythms, 

and I wonder 

if I’m the only one who hears

 

The soft squabbles

that live in the space

between my ears beckon me

to hearken further,

to heed carefully their warnings,

to listen to their advice

lest I become the victim

of indecision,

of apathy,

of the antithesis of growth

 

I succumb 

to their ugly stares, 

their wicked glances 

and belligerent tirades 

of silent contempt. 

I do not listen 

yet follow each breath, 

every word whispered 

in the attic I call a mind, 

with its hidden drawers 

of rules and memories 

mixed up 

until I can’t see 

which road to choose

 

And although I tire

of the charade,

the empty threats of my

hollow thoughts,

I sit helplessly with 

my head against the wall

and wonder what I would

do without the incalculable

whispers that plague me,

the ones that enter

my temple without permission

yet leave me with some sense

of purpose,

however bleak and desperate

that may be

 
***

This is a poetic collaboration between me and my dear friend and masterful poet, Christopher Rupley. Please visit his blog and delve into his amazing mind. Enjoy!

~Patience

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6 thoughts on “Hollow Thoughts

  1. How in the world do you gather these kinds of thoughts and make sense of them? These are whirling around in my head and I couldn’t tell where they began or ended. I just whirled around in the same stream of wind. Thank you.

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