Nocturne of Wounds
A pallid night, a void's umbral reign,
Emptiness, a phantom, claimed the lane.
A dirge of noir, a melancholic strain,
Echoes, sepulchral, whispered in the rain.
The phantasmal memory, a haunting pain,
The keloid scars, where shadows still remain.
A thunderous hush, a silence stark and deep,
The vise of anguish, where dark tendrils creep.
A preternatural dread, secrets to keep,
The cerulean sky, a frigid, crimson weep.
The ichor thickened, where dark currents sleep,
Celestial cinders, from heavens steep,
The wind, a banshee's cry, secrets to reap,
Echoes, sepulchral, whispered in the rain.
The phantasmal memory, a haunting pain,
The keloid scars, where shadows still remain.
For all my trespasses, a shadowed stain,
My mind, a catacomb, where shadows reign.
My sentence, being, an endless, bleak campaign,
No virtuous soul, to ease this mortal pain.
A spectral echo, where grace has been slain,
A prodigal's descent, in sorrow's hurricane.
Each breath, a shroud, a suffocating chain,
My heart, a tempest, in a frantic, wild refrain.
The cardiac threnody, a whispered, dark domain,
Echoes, sepulchral, whispered in the rain.
The phantasmal memory, a haunting pain,
The keloid scars, where shadows still remain.
Copyright © Benjamin Kamaraj | Year Posted 2025
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