#80 Unlikely Healer

courtesy: listverse.com

I had let your toxin

become absorbed into

my skin

cut but unaware

I continued Living 

not realizing

that everyday

my veins fought

against

your slow poison

culminating

in attacks of numbness

to the chest

pains of despair

unshakable duress

till the antidote

found me

the most unlikely of faces

the most unlikely of sources

the most unlikely of tastes

incompatible with my frame

but held in his words

life

littered with curses

but gentle beneath

its stubborn cries

So different this method

of healing

yet it opened up my eyes

it rid me of your poison

and brought me from

lingering stagnancy to new life

through the most unlikely of faces

the most unlikely of sources

the most unlikely of tastes

but I’ll thank him

for showing me

that I had been dying

through the aftershocks of your rage,

that stemmed from your own inadequacies,

the poison of your distaste.

# SELAH

My Inspiration:  Late Afternoon Phone Conversations

 

© KohylahPiper 2016

#23 We became the Undead

 courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle

We got fingers

that flicker

at the sound of a text

necks that are frozen

to one position

that denies them their rest

We got feet 

that shuffle

wandering to no where

because our eyes instead of guiding

are glued to the airs

of technology's branded outlets

wreaking havoc on life

‘cause Uncle Sam sung the song of

tablets, phone, and the like

all the hidden I’s

our narcissism

infiltrated to depths

where we spend watching our lives

and not living in the context.

The omen 

of this 

fast paced trek

got us tunnel

visioned darkened

to a simplified text

that manages to type

these tiny little lines

of images that bombard

our distracted minds;

now we're suffering from

self cannibalistic  woes

through screens

that succeeded in getting

our masses controlled

because we lost the

 main clue

of the fact

that being human determines

the need to humanly interact.

Flesh first competed with wires

was left disgraced

but now has been deleted

for a wireless interface,

reality surrendered

to virtual wiles

because its members

stayed connected

when they were needed offline

and so our battle for time

was lost with no blood shed

because we when we chose to

live virtually

we became the undead.

# SELAHSATURDAYS

My Inspiration: Rico W. & Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle 

 

© KohylahPiper 2015