By John Gregory Evans | Featured Author
almost an anesthetizing
sense of dread
upon my fingertips and hands,
reaching deep into my leg’s nerves,
shattered spinal cord,
as one peels an orange.
now a challenge,
con-fusion of the fusion,
Ruptured and bruised,
arrogance of the humanity factor.
within the eyes
like lightning fingers
to the crown
now I lay awake,
not to pity myself,
but to personify the relevance
for the un-forgotten.
Accretion of gunpowder residues,
a controlled combat
chaotic state of mind,
Where courage lay found.
And I from self
in a rage of fright,
carries forth another day of exile,
deep with the soul-hunter’s night,
I discover my contribution
for a patriotic chore,
my final thought for Uncle Sam,
Lay claim to stating, no more, no more!
John Gregory Evans is a poet who writes from the gut, transforming free-verse poetry of his life experiences, good or trauma-related, and craft into art. His accomplishments include having authored a comparative paper with regards to Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s sculpture “Ecstasy of Teresa” and Eros in terms of understanding the differences among human espousal love as an ecstasy cooperating in a divine manner with Christ.
Evans lives in the Pacific Northwest with his wife and Shih Tzu named Paavo.
John’s Blog: JohnGEvansPoet.com
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