Healing

it is dark in my soul and yet obscurity is piercing like a laser beam an eerie cacophony endures the silent screams of a sledge hammer pounding destruction and oblivion display bizarre connections lost in time space and emotion gloom mingles with a wicked shadow a corrupted vice proves second worst for the latter would entail complete apathetic sadness and he will not accept such defeat without a fight of reason and senses while some feeling at least is better than complete numbness for a while poetry might drag the writer down the drains of a confused script might inflate context over contingency pen metaphors and distraction in order to arrive at some kind of understanding if it proves true itself however and once the surface is pierced purulent festering will ooze and form new foundations built on reality and vital composure after all abandonment can hold the key to a lost heart and perished composure 08th June 2023