As the seed that grew in my MEMORIES
a familiar liquid seeped from its leaves.
Neither sweet, nor bitter.
I succumb to my own THOUGHTS.
as the tears continue to pour,
it became harder to breathe.
I tried to gasp for air, still, there was none
but something filled my lungs.
A scenery once painted with vibrant palette,
REDUCED to monochromatic view.
I sunk deeper, the sound of silence
was noticeable indeed.
I sunk deeper, feelings once was
compacted with flavors, now as BLAND
as a bread.
I sunk deeper, I was left with NOTHING
but the remnant of a gentle scent that
once lingered.
I sunk deeper, now even numb I
still feel the phantom pain from
a hole in my heart where your presence
once was filled.
For so long I held unto a PILLAR
made of salt and glass, now I wonder,
if the pillar really did exist
Or was it just my own DELUSIONS.
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Opaque Poetry
PoetryCompilation of myself, made ART. Achievements: May 22, 2021 #30 in Poetry May 23, 2021 #60 in Poem
