Art of Anxiety
When anxious thoughts linger through a grey maze of silence,
I search for metaphors of hope in trembling twilight-
while ink refuses to bleed~ heart fights for balmy dreams.
Yet in darkness, like mauve stars sequined with cosmic dreams,
I find rhymes that serenade to the rhythm of silence,
and in dreariness, I draw twinkling faith from twilight.
My fears are tangled between threads of waning twilight,
as the fragility of mind mirrors misplaced dreams;
I've long been caged in a sanctuary of silence.
Silence is an art for angst, amidst dreams of twilight.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2023
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