Rooted Sadness
Rim of madness.
A cold draught
of unraveling shocking suddenness.
My grave morality is the subject of suffering.
Twirling reflections so rapid like
a rooted need for my sense of being.
My exulted mentality succumbs to a fever of dark passions.
This savage within;
narrows my reality.
Breathless and trembling as my conscience is stirring.
A cultivated rapture of darkness,
my primal peril of sadness diminishes.
My timeless death gave me formation,
a reality falls shattered.
It's a conflict of illusions of unprecedented expansion, so terrible and fascinating.
It diminishes.
As I grasp reality merely,
A dwelling? A realm? No, it's my rooted sadness.
I'm feeling disposed like a torrent flowing of turbulent emotions uncontrolled.
A grotesque submission of my mental sadness is forever impelled.
Copyright © Mandy Jolly | Year Posted 2023
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