Paul Vitty
writer & director
Introducting...
Beneath is a small selections of poems by Paul. If you would like to consider including Paul's work in an anthology or to view longer works for performance poetry please contact us at enquiries@paulvitty.info .I f the anthology has a specific theme please include the details of this in your message. Paul is also able to write poems upon request, a bespoke poem could be the perfect way to celebrate your special event or celebrate a memory or inspiring person.
Poetry
The Vortex
Wondering through a vortex in my brain
Try to find out what it means to be sane
Many colours and worlds expand before
And the world doesn’t seem the same any more
Technicolor clouds fly past my face
And my shoe begins to lose its lace
My foot slips free from its binding
As does my mind floating in the world it’s finding
And the barrier of the earth is crumbling away
Finally I’ve found a place where I want to stay
My imagination breaks free from the skull that had it caged
Suddenly my body loses all its rage
I see the centre of all life producing light
In this place there is a constant stream so bright
Flying past trying to make darkness go
A new truth, a new spirit I begin to know
I’ve broken free from the body that binds me
And the pressure is gone, my spirit floats free
With all images thrown at it; my mind stays calm
It’s strong and knows nothing can do it harm
A warm glow of pleasure rushes through my body
And at last there is sight of the real me.
The Silence
The silent emptiness that deafens my soul
This sudden despair I cannot control
That stealth’ly soaks the fires that once burnt within
And damns me to fail before I even begin
Yet it doesn’t explode with a fatal bite
But prods and pulls like a scavenger in spite
It slivers and stalks in shadows; taunting me
My eyes now are wide open, why can’t I see?
I want to stand and fight, be bold and brave
Battle to save my mind from this devil’s grave
But how can I fight something I cannot see
That seeps all hope, light and energy from me
So I cower and shiver, trapped in this storm
With no sanctuary in sight, tired, lost and torn.
