It surrounds me day and night;
Yet, I'm not afraid of it
It does not suffocate me,
Rather, it sets me free.
I like this constant companion of mine.
It surrounds the most beautiful and the most damaged...
Must be something soothing about it.
Something calming in the shadows...
A monster that asks nothing in return,
Except for acceptance.
The inky swirls of ancience,
The strong billowing volcanic ashes promising nothing but death.
The depths of Hell - cold, unrelenting and burning.
Endless night flowing in my veins.
The nebulous mysteries of the universe within it.
The void, entrancing, mesmerising....
The glorification of death -
The starfall.
YOU ARE READING
Way Ward
PoetryLife is a jumbled mess. And from within this mess, I'm gifting you "your" stories, along with the stories of some other lost souls. Way Ward - A way to find your lost self.
