Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Peace

Strength begins to buckle as heart starts its painful chuckle.

Calm architech in my storm of troubles,

Fashioned a bulkhead to endure
against its many struggles.

Pressures above view descend.

Saw life sending cyclones from all horizon's ends.

A sight which doused out better moods to no amend.

Enveloping dread sprouted like plumes in awe of the rioting winds.

Eyes ever tearful though never did shed from its lids.

A derelict in many depictions despite heralds and gestures well intentioned.

Opposition colludes with hearsay opinion clandestinely brewed.

Disillusioned with hypocrisies flung from tongues of the morally destitute.

Thus woeful was one scorned recluse left with nary any refuge.

Yet just as so, bitterly without respite sought for plagues of shadow to be removed.

Diligent as the flight of the Sparrow in its restless travels, I pursued.

No clemency as demons in the shallows savored at hastening doom.

Manufactured happiness with a precious few.

Now steady, I stifened with my little dear vices;

Settled my demons and monsters, I twiddled with my given devices

And stilled my teeming waters. Peace was the stipend.