The solemnity being provided by dusk kills me.
It brings me to the deepest parts of my mind,
Digging up the worst of my nightmares.
It sways me through the clouds,
Letting numbness invade my emotions.
It flies with me in the skies,
While I am six feet under.
The comfort brought by silence means devastation.
He became my companion in the middle of the night.
It became the dark side of the moon
That is tidally locked with the destructive world
Made by my own existence.
The consciousness of my mind befriended anxiety.
They play hide and seek all night.
They run through the halls of my limbic system,
Leaving scars on the walls of hypothalamus;
Tearing up the nerves on my heart,
And floods my eyes with rivers of sorrow.
A category five hurricane brought destruction to my holism.
The gust of the winds raged through the house of my negativities.
It destroyed the walls I built to conceal my feelings.
The surge left me with drenched pillows.
And hundreds of shipwrecked memories
And the aftermath is a wrecked man
Like the statue in the dreams of Nebuchadnezzar.
Then he rested after all the cataclysmic phenomena
Waited for the dawn to come, for the sun to rise,
Hoping that the next day renews him.
Before what seems to be apocalyptic occurs again.
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THE CHANTS OF OBLIVION: Poems and Flashes
PoetryA collection of all phases of life directed away from the light.
