A Metronome In Perpetuum
In a blink of an eye
my stoic attitude had fled
deep
dark
daze
I'm overwhelmed with thrills and terror
I take calm, breaths to contain myself
panic
is a
mirror image
of distress
from
limitless
duplicated
ill intents
as walls rose so did mystery and fearful sound
Inside, fortifications are bolstered
my head is full of guilt, concern, and sadness
wriggling brain distributes tendrils
like suffocating vines
throat was wrapped around them
but don’t
fall, as well
frightened
when you
swathe
mirror
with your
strife,
pull the string continuously, there's no end
there are no end or last word
there is no rest, sleep, or death
claw on my face and nails at my neck
my fingertips irritate my eyes
staggered up to a mirror, ripping its glass
and
a vision
gazes
right
back
at you,
revealing
brawniness
to
persist in
like a prison of endless march and bloody drag
never-ending loop, breaking day
unending hunger, clicking drumbeats, eternity
fall on green grass in the heavenly sea
white stars shine during the day
magpies humming mating
Written: October 10, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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