Az Si Poet Free verse

Pray, Let's the Muse take me

Stillness envelopes the midnight hour 
The moon dead glimmers on 
Throwing pale shades on instruments and stationeries 
The day's done therefore feign normalcy (to pretend)
Corpses shed their daily skins 
Their facade, painfully branded 
From their hair to toes
Now some sleep, few finally awake 
Some reminisce, 
A pine from the past
Some still create 
They cry and are yearning 
Oh madness, consume me 
Turn me into art 
I so dearly long Pray Les, the muses take 
Let me die and become

Archive Jan'24

Just as Atmospherically and hauntingly beautiful this one is...almost like a nighttime sister to me...The phase of life which is more like quiet, eerie, and emotionally heavy, wrapped in stillness...yearning..nd a kind of creative desperation...There’s an aching, almost holy longing here... to be consumed by madness..to become art...ahh or to be transformed...even if it means destruction.

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