Free verse № 59368
Phantom Space Adventure
Humid shadows hover,
mirage like, over my skull
as I feel the pull
of magnetic energy surging
through my pale ghosts skin.
Pushing my arms forward, I begin
my flight into a sky of ebony.
The rain filled atmosphere clouds
my usual clear perception of the stars
as I attempt to ascend to mars.
The winds flow pulls me back from space,
and I feel the embrace
of the reeling dusty tornado
hurling me off course.
Our planets gravitational force
yanks my electric spirit back
to the earth.
I experience karmic rebirth
into my agonizing mental cage;
my prison of rage.
4 comments
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other than that enjoyable enough, ending on a rhyming couplet is quite nice. Although again your 'prison of rage' belongs more in a pimple poem
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