❝ I couldn't find my peace,
but found the words,
where my solace lies,
perhaps my escape times.
from the every stage,
from the every rage,
my hope is rising,
a journey of healing. ❞
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#82 on poetry (01.03.2023)
A beautiful journey of...
(it's the part two of my poem, 'creasing twilight' —added in the collection of Quidam. If you wish to check part one, you can see it there. Although, it's written in the same style with a different story but I felt this poem—'somber shadows' fitted well more here)
. . .
Sudden shades of darkness illustrating in the room,
Moving as if getting an eye of its own, for now this heavy feeling grabs me
astonished, faster breathing, colder smirk leaving its mark
a messier, clumsy, disastrous wave flows through my mind
it's flowing, never flying away.
the monstrous wind is making the window closed,
I stop to look over the ever known broken pieces.
It was the end, at least I thought —the rage of violent chattering could be heard.
Cleared my vision, as if it's illuminating
strings of darkening passed through the calm sky,
not-so much showing, as much changing and calming,
like the last minutes of a cyanide poisoned human.
the darkening never seems to reduce,
neither the coldness of my heart,
tis' called a mendicant of stormy night.
greyish tints of distant leaves,
seem to be constant at each aggressive assault.
I stare, and stare into the blinding moving flowers,
couldn't manage looking away,
How can I? These rage-filled darkening shades,
Illuminates, seeming in response—
the buried ice-cold tears of my hearts,
afloats within me.
As the moon goes farther, the sky is covered in hues of obsidian.
The darkening evolves, quivering shadows
Getting clearer, drowning in the shivering ebony-night
bleeding of my heart stops too, a darkness and peace
consumed me within. Oh! The tears, flowing in my hearts,
seems more steady,
like the silent pillow-dripping drops from the corner of eyes of an adolescent.
