Remembering Lonely Night

I've seen the silent night hurled at me again, my feelings mouthless, a cut deeper than fresh wound cupped a strange fantasy of expression inside - Another gory fear danced to itself in my soul. Masturbation came in silence and we warred, I wore myself around myself depressed in the dark. Fast pace of family lies held me captive, the smouldering emotions, the flames of insanity; the current that sank agony into me stood fearless. Loneliness, depression armed with heart bruises, the night was the harbour of my confusion peeling the milkish conscience of me to the cold night. A guilt within, I prayed, yet, I'm bruised and blamed! Pleasure mumbled smoke of lies to me- Broken at the top of every bone in me, drug of sanity I pierced into my skin shamelessly to get high, to forget life, to taste atmospheric climax. Mother left me to this fault, this scheme is of father! Unity lost at home, separation chameleon by, this is the match over of my visible pains, the remembrance of an incentive of a lost pride. Take this little room of my tale and see Confusion penetrating meaningful urge to my wandering. I spoke to myself pleasurably in the darkness of coffined time lurking against the tide. Night alone brings fear and agony to my body as it makes him float like the lonely feeble cloud. Yours Poetically, ©John Chizoba Vincent.