Dissociated Rage

Poetrybound to the wingspoem
Written By Zachary Phillips
 

I wake,
Writhing against invisible bonds.
Whispered screams
Echo down the empty caverns of my mind.
The more I understand,
The more I wish for ignorance.
Pain and pleasure hurt the same,
Numbed inebriation my only relief.
Dissociated rage gives way to disjointed understandings.
Terrifying realisation gives way to impotent connections.
It hurts.
Everything hurts.

This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly

 
Zachary Phillips

Zachary Phillips is a psychotherapist, meditation instructor, author, and poet. He helps people identify and release the limiting beliefs that no longer serve, allowing them to process the past, accept the present, and embrace the future with positivity and purpose.

His work blends psychology and counseling theory with meditation, spirituality, and lived experience to support radical self-acceptance, healing, and meaningful change.

https://www.zachary-phillips.com
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