Newbiggin by the Sea Creative Writing Group

I

I want to believe…

In something more,

I know there is something running

In parallel and

In harmony with my senses, but;

I can’t lay my hands on it.

I wait and watch and

Ideally,

I would like to come to terms with and

Into contact with the

Ideology of this – the

Incessant,

Idiosyncrasies of my eccentricities: but,

I am a scribe of no discernable form,

I am so depraved, so deprived

I see: what?

I see what I want to believe,

I feel no emotion sometimes

I sense no feeling.

Imagine a world without

Imagination:

Insipid and

Insidious.

Inside this shell of flesh and skin

I writhe like the writer

I am!