barren zombies make me squeeze
putting true feeling into
a deep freeze
blocking off all meaning
damming up the watery flow of life
terrified by the gorgon’s head
turning upon the deeply suffering
a deeply diguised
attitude of dread
doing all they can to silence the screams
of a soul that cries in horror
at what becomes
of naked
raw
vulnerability
sometimes when we speak
I feel such frozen terror
draining into me
the horror of the cold hard truth
becomes a bitter pill to swallow
they have had control over you for so long
you cannot cry
you cannot laugh
at times your face
a deathly ashen mask
with eyes like hard coals
its so hard to stay close
my anxiety rises
with the soul sense of the fire
they drowned out
and then I cry in terror
at the horror of an evil profession
that turns the integrated feelings
of so many souls
to ice
leaving our own souls surrounded
by barren zombies
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Wow … a horrible trip into the darker side of our subonsciece
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Sadlly it is the conscious living reality for thoee numbed out by meds, Ivor.
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Amazingly beautiful work! I can relate myself to this.
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Thanks so much for your valuable feedback, Rabia.
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An amazing piece!!
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Thank you dear friend. 🙏
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I love this.
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Thanks so much for the feedback.. Much appreciated..
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😉
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