Amygdala

Yggdrasil –

Her full-bellied wax turned to wane

Amygdala –

The shattered shale shifting underfoot

Holding blackened secrets too much for one to bear

Yggdrasil –

Her leaves wilt, her roots rot

And I only helped in cutting the branches

Pruning happiness and throwing it to the pyre

Amygdala –

While fruit and flower were ripped before ripe

And cried out on the ground just out of reach

A broken home with ghosts in its hallways

With poison in its veins

Yggdrasil –

A baby cries in darkness for fear and confusion

Photographs and memories are shoved into a drawer

I’ve lost all control

I feel nothing

Not even pain

Amygdala –

Those aren’t your eyes

-2020

yggdrasil

Published by P. S. Clinen

Official website of Australian author and artist, P.S.Clinen. He has published two novels - Tenebrae Manor and The Will of the Wisp, as well as the illustrated poem A Boy Named Art. His most recent release is a poetry collection Vignettes - An Anthology. All of his works are available to purchase on Amazon. Check back often for more by this author, including poetry, short stories and other updates.

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