Episodic

James Hanna-Magill
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

Delinquent thoughts through narrowed paths

Enshroud me in their gloom.

Encumbered with their potent wrath

I know that I am doomed.


Rising high with engine tuned

I’m forced into a slumber.

Perception gone and memory lost

Lives endlessly torn asunder.


I wake not knowing what I’ve done

The price I have to pay

For racing thoughts and quickened speech

If only NOT this way.


Remind me not of what I’ve said

A courtesy they grant.

Yet fear of sepulchres made

From words I know I rant.


Dipping low, then engine stalled

I’m only just a number.

Distracted notions of the past

Time fruitlessly spent deep under.


I sleep yet know what I have done

In which I have no say

For neutered nights with sibilant speech

It’s EVER just this way.


© 2017 James Hanna-Magill

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Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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