A raw anguish

A raw anguish

A tight oppression

I don’t want to give it any color

Any physical representation

Because it deserves none

Is it possible to capture?

To squeeze it

To catch it and let it dry like a jellyfish on a beach

Or maybe it can be trapped in written words

Locked in verses, in a poem

Albeit dry and uninspired


Poems hold magical shapes

Crystal or carbon structures

Impossible to break once formed.


Emotions are like seeds

From which poems and drawings can sprout

Surrounding them, wrapping them

Becoming their vehicle, or their prison, their slow death

Depending on the seed’s strength of life,

The shallowness or deepness of its roots

Its truthfulness or untruthfulness

About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. May you have an inspiring visit!

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