Pandorum
The feeble line of integrity
Is merely unbreakable
Yet there are such horrors
Which no boundary can sustain
By remaining long intervals
Sane.
One might come to find
Such impulses
Which with every breath engages
In a conflict betwixt
Conscious and phantasmagorical views
To justify the senses misconception
About what is real
And what is fiction.
In spite of all these
The anthropomorphic being
Takes for granted
The impression of existence
Shunning such eldritch aberrations
Which lurk around every comfort zone
Waiting patiently for the individual
To
Be
Alone.
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Poems Vol 02 - Shadows.
PoetryA collection of psychological, psychoanalysis, emotional and shadow self oriented poems.
