Insomniac swellings of eyelids not heavy
led by nightmares while lying awake
Intense nothingness within the dark catacomb of
a bedroom always receiving my trussed up human body
Invasion of my privacy unfounded legality
Breaking every law within the darkness of confounded reality
Interestingly enough the mind still wanders
selling along the gardens of painted calls lilies on walls
Quiet,
one can hear the rapid heartbeat of time
Thumping, groaning within the chest of these walls
Indifference shackled together with hate of a night time fury
Screaming out in the settling of wood and bricks
a foundations house
And
Shh
dare you not move
you hag of pain
you whore devoid of rested mercy
Wait not for the batting of an eyelash
across a sallow face
The inky blackness of exhaustion seeks
The treasure of dawn's sun rays
But is it too telling the walk,
the run,
of the race
towards the edge
the end overall of a slumbered
fate
lost.
YOU ARE READING
Gemini
PoetryA purging of the mind, heart, and spirit. . the soul bled through virtual ink.. a melding of words of which i call poetry
