My Affliction
written by: Don Knowles
@DonKnowles3
My affliction
Words needing escape
They’ve forced a fissure
Pounding against memory cells
Ricocheting for relief
A Primal pulse of presence
Until the fingers set them free
Upon a paperless page
Outside to float like filagree
Like refugees
Seeking a new life to host them
Settling in the minds of others
Where they root new synapses
To connect the dots
To our collective sameness
My writing is typically written while I'm on a treadmill, so I call myself "the treadmill poet!"
Born in West Chester Pa in 1960 I have been inspired to begin writing again through my interactions with two people I care deeply about that are experiencing the torrents of mental illness.
Born in West Chester Pa in 1960 I have been inspired to begin writing again through my interactions with two people I care deeply about that are experiencing the torrents of mental illness.
Latest posts by Don Knowles (see all)
- Where are the Words - September 3, 2024
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