Desolate Nights | Poetry ➳

Lxv. my solace

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My heart gets heavy
as I walk through this dark abyss.
Every night, I hold my breath
trying to stop this with all my might.
But, the more I fight, the more my heart feels tight
And, when I say this, they only said

"it's going to be alright."

On my sleepless nights, I listen to
the melancholy sound of the golden oriole
calling me out to the black hole to take a stroll.
Often, I wanted this nameless feeling to expire,

So I can fly into the blue higher and higher.
Oh! I wish I had someone to sing me a song with a lyre
heaven only knows I'm carrying this horrific hellfire.

On a crisp autumn evening, by hearing
tender sanguine whispers, my legs moved me to an old craggy cliff.
There an unknown voice whispered words of belief
my hands reached out to the galaxy as the stars in the heavens noticed my sore eyes bleed.

Melodious tone of dove on such an evening,
I stand beneath this prunus pink shell
spending my hours in musing.
I've been in solitude for so long
but, it's time to wash away this feeling of forlorn.
Oh! Thou mighty heavens!
take a look at this barbarous world.
There's no peace! there's no love!
surely, this is not the world you and I dreamed of.

Everyone's in such a scurry, seeking solace
not realizing it's all within this place.
Standing infront of a mirror,
I heard this familiar sanguine whisper
after all, it's me...
I no longer look for solace in others
rather it is of here,
inside me, inside us.

At the end, I found solace in solitude.
Like fresh born butterfly, my svelte hopes,
thoughts and dreams renewed.
This desolate heart does not bleed, as much as it used to.
Even if it does, a mere pen and paper would do.
I fly away to my figmental world so
I bid you all adieu!