Minds crawling through the dust,
Slithering down and under and above meaning,
Contorting their inert confusion as conformity lies within the souls of the insecure.
Through beaten down doldrums,
Believe not the words of I but feel the falling eyes as they hallucinate.
The conformation of madness,
Darkness evading lights gentle touch.
Harsh moments of memorability.
Developments on the inhibition of starry nights,
Coming forth ever clouding our torment,
Calculating the endless ride of life.
Contemplating moments of euphoric understanding.
Beautiful pacifist minds minding only the minds of the many.
Never even momentarily malicious; yet,
With solemn tones of regret, he read
Of the deep and dark abyss.
That which bestowed upon me the,
Innocence of death as –
Time so precious; captures,
Nature so finite; lies.
The ecclesiastical fortunes of fire and essence burn,
Burn, burn with the yearning for wisdom.
As the trinity of preconceived revelation,
Revels within its glory.
Dualistic swords of futile ghosts die and,
Climb to live.
One –
One mask to shield them all.
One façade to hide their sins.
One death to ease the transition of blame.
II.
Solitude shall rise again,
Oh it who sewed the mouth of it,
Just to see what it is to inflict upon he, the decimation of being,
Free.
For in the shadows it lies,
Rest not for the exuberant ache may shake,
Away the tears of technological gain.
Pain.
Bone curdles, blood cracks.
Hearts strive and tired eyes may lack:
The Vision.
Oh truth solicit thee.
The Cure.
Oh Hell will thy damn me?
The fall.
Oh mind the rising dark.
See the truth within an illusion and invade the lands of thee,
Creed grew thin and tormented the heart which,
Seeks out the days of a million miles.
For all we may know is:
Demise,
Shall,
Come.
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Poetry of the Anonymous
PoetryThe poetry of the anonymous who suffer through depression in silence; perpetually trapped within a purgatory of painful paradoxes.
