Passions like fire burn in my soul
But the black pieces of my heart, the depth of pitch usurp
my will;
Oh bipolar apathy without my manic capabilities
(There is nothing in this nothingness)
The vortex in my cortex
The utter Void--it is complete, this vacuum of space inside
all of my spaces,
I’m occupying the dark side of the moon: desolate and
depleted
This is where I find the paradoxical nature
Order within chaos and absolute apathy; I’m out of time, out
of places.
It blots out the abilities of my mind…
Oh but the spirit’s willing and my flesh is so rife with
weakness
Eclipsing the sun trying to come in, to brighten the mess;
I’m simply done
Simply all worn out
I hear your soul, Dotty; your verses speak to me
In my hour of dark need
I can even find it all so funny .
Dedicated to Mrs. Dorothy Parker
By: © Rayven McCoy,
2015
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