i washed up on a foreign shore
i saw no house, but just a door
through the door, light was dim
my mind was as phantom limb
my thoughts rang false
my mind chugged leaden
white mice danced a waltz
at the edge of Armageddon
a piercing tone slapped my mind
my eyes fell out and I was blind
squirming to a surface I couldn’t see
gasping, birthed, and then set free
another night in my phantom mind
Tags: bizarre, phantom limb, poem, poetry, surreal
By B Gourley in poem, Poetry on July 24, 2013.
