Nightmare In Lines
Vivid in an undefined scene where light and darkness mix
and vagueness’ reality is in a very clear expressionism
to the point terror wears her dark shade and highly dignified
with every next step slapped with the threats of uncertainty
and directions holding no promises and lacking all truths.
Faith is the living tissue for all survivors,
courage, the sandal on which any rough mountain is climbed
and hope, what gives all existence a reason to maintain sustenance.
But these three are becoming the sides
of a triangle with disjointed edges.
A traumatized soul is susceptible to moral infections,
a punctured pocket subjects
a comfortable hand into unforeseen strandedness
making the liberty to be free, quite expensive
like the fate of moving in so much space which is still very limited.
Standing, walking, resting and walking again
as a clear vision of oneself on a second person’s perspective
on a very real event, sums up the influence of this situation.
The end of the world is reached but looking backwards gives more threats.
The free fall is inevitable and that last step
for it to manifest sits at the edge of the cliff.
Then with open limbs, the descent is quick and scary
just to land and discover the destination is one just near the bed
exclaiming in thanksgiving all holy indignation, this isn’t real.
The panting, sweating, heartbeat and palpitations say it all
of an emitting fright gunned out of the mind’s night’s cinematography.
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