The Last Safe Place – Kadeem Beresford-James

I want to manifest the vast halls of my own mind; summon it to the physical and roam for the answers to questions nobody else can answer.

I want to but I can’t.

And I am scared.

These answers will never be.

If they become,

will they satisfy?

My wavelength bounces erratically and won’t stop crashing against the padded walls erected by transparent dogmas I have exposed

and rejected.

This is a dark pathway

drowned by questions.

And I am scared.

Consequences I can’t predict

keep me mired in a stream of rage

and anguish.

My Heaven is soothing but my Hell is distracting; interrupting and disturbing me and mine for no good reason.

And it’s my own fault.

And that scares me.

My wish to summon my mind will be fulfilled.

What I seek always comes.


is bad with names, good with details, and enjoys a good drink. Previous editor of Roehampton Writing Society’s Anthology 2012 and co-founder of Talking to Strangers.

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