The sky screams in colorful pain
as my anxiety rotates in circles
infinite projection
of thoughts
in the silence that rests beneath me,
a caring friend is also the peace
I rarely have when the inner storm
of noise and
chaos and
the flood of the mind
stops.
At least for the glimpse of a moment,
as my sight is kidnapped by a sort beauty
hidden for the most; - of clouds and stars and sunset
and love-. Abstract.
Beauty... fights my distorted, inner side
also hidden for the most.
It strikes the depths of my anxiety,
softly as
I can feel it almost burn onto the sky, in flames of dusk of my hopelessness.
If I could only hear it scream... The crows didn't stop yet.
Deafening screams of birds entwist with my now inert flesh.
I can hear my anxiety mourning...
It slowly dies and the crows are laughing out loud
I smile. My mind whispers: "What a sunset! What a beautiful death!"
I nod, still staring into the void
It left inside of me.
