transcendent

transcendent poem by steven james humphreys

so transcendent…

my walls grow talking faces

that whisper to me in the night

and reach out to grab my legs

as I walk to bed.

some say ‘kill yourself’!

others sigh ‘are you alright’?

dark and light

days and night

murmurs in nub of

flickering candlelight.

pastels in sound

leave their haunt

that lingers

in remembrance

of transcendence,

as spirits of howling dogs

comfort me

echoing through my room.

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