Total Immersion

Total Immersion …


The scene is set. At night the shadows climb.

The moonlight gently slips through my fingers

Cathartically, I paint about my crimes

As the corpse of a shadow beast lingers.


It lingers near the wailing prayers I speak

Near the tears wept too often for nothing.

The words I whisper where the walls are weak,

A spot where I hope someone hears something.


Yet I paint, drunk with color, life to canvas,

blotting empathy, wallowing in strokes .

But in dark tones the ivories are anxious

And the walls are cold, like funeral smoke.


I breathe so heavy, my eyes tracing dirt,

My brow tipped low in sadness of my worth

My breath now spent, and my diaphragm hurts,

my tears pour in steady rivulets to earth.


This sadness like a crashing wave consumes,

And armies of sentiments are rushing in.

These deepened walls demonized this bedroom,

And their opinions lead to destruction.


Still, I envy this total immersion,

to cleanse the spirit of its wicked whims.

The spot where dramatics were incursion,

and purging happened where the walls were grim.

Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

7 thoughts on “Total Immersion

  • May 5, 2017 at 5:53 PM

    Paul, this is a very expressive rendering of walls closing in for “total immersion” in memories and events that led up to a great loss. ( where shutting self in to face the life changes is necessary for the beginning of a spiritual cleansing or healing time? ) Very well penned with stark imagery.

    • May 6, 2017 at 9:45 AM

      You got it Phyllis. Its almost like you have to hit the bottom before you can rise. Something sad happens then you have to break down the barrier and cleanse yourself. Thank you for your kind words Phyllis.~Paul

        • May 6, 2017 at 10:56 AM

          That poem was truly amazing and I understand what you are trying to say. I dabble in dark side expressiveness, more like kicking the pebbles than walking in it. Forgive the corny reference but i am like a Grey Jedi, passion yet peace, chaos yet order, when it comes to my writing, almost like an in the moment poet.Plus i feel i am more expressive in the darker literature. Thank you so much for sharing your poetry with me, they were really good.

          • May 6, 2017 at 11:20 AM

            Thank you so much, Paul. ‘Grey Jedi’ – I like that. I, too, am more expressive in darker literature, that’s why I love your poem.

  • May 6, 2017 at 2:14 AM

    Some wonderful wordplay and very original phrasing, very much appreciated Paul. Great work my friend.

    • May 6, 2017 at 9:46 AM

      Thank you so much Tony, glad you enjoyed it. Have a lovely day my friend.~Paul


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