Cornered in a conundrum
I collapse all … inside the cranium;
My heart folds like a late geranium
And wilts and deathly withers as the Reaper watches.
My intuitions never reach their full intention.
I collide my dismal fate.
As my vibrant voice ruins my formerly deafened ears,
Which can only capture my sole
Symphony of meandering melancholy.
I temporarily tarnish my mind,
For its passion has dragged itself
into resentment of my deluded tension.
I creep and provoke my inflamed
And blemished Ego.
The shadows of my eyes underneath
And the decaying cells drop
With the somber pressure of my words.
They loop with Destiny,
Like the ancient and prophetic Wheel of Fortune,
Turning, tipping, and killing my denouncement.
I crawl on back to grab inner creation
And carefully caress another cancelled day
And rejoice some night
By repeating some joyous wordings.
Jennifer A. Fulco is a magna cum laude graduate of the University of Hartford, Connecticut. She has co-edited literary magazines at the University of Connecticut and the University of Hartford. Her poetry has also been featured in The American Dissident and Transcendent Visions. Since 1986, Jennifer says she has exhibited symptoms of a bipolar disorder. She dedicates her poetry to her mother, Jane, who allowed Jennifer to concentrate on her studies and artwork. Jennifer lives in upstate New York with her sister and their two cats.