Do not let the light
Break my solace.
Keep shutters closed
And curtains drawn
So that I might meet
My end in peace.
Sauntering, languid footsteps
Pace the halls of my mind,
Pressed by the shadow
I am caught behind.
Has the awaited end come to me,
At last,
In my night?
Will I rise again
To be taunted by the light?
When will this pain of existence
Be eased?
The footsteps are now deafening.
Each chisels away
At my sanity,
As my mind leaves me
Like sand
Through my fingers
And the feeling lingers
Throughout every day.
Will I have any left
When I die?
Or will I rave like a madman
At light peaking
Through closed shutters?
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoetryIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
