Seize the Ceasing Day

when evening’s dawn descended on her restless soul

defeated dusk and dust collected deep into the night

cobwebs spun an open trapdoor over broken peace

insomnia prevailed as a cynical reminder of treason

in which reason failed to align with posturing emotions


the sleeping pills weaved their paradoxical intentions

a coffin bare and wood worms eating cross and death

herein lies deconstruction waiting for festering resolve

the many voices in her head dissonant and venomous 

chanted cacophony crescendo endless loops refrain


instead of sheep she counted church bells from a tower

of illusionary strength meant to guide spiritual reckoning

and for a moment she succumbed to dream’s surrender

only to wake up once more to venture barred from sleep

the truth loomed large but reality hallucinated in its wake


the underworld transmogrified into a sordid snake pit

toxic synapses sharpened their swords in anxious anger

until she forgot what battles to fight and on whose side

fangs pierced her translucent skin and vulnerable mind

injected fuel and ignited combustion on a pyre of doubt


when morning dew penetrated the musty blight of daylight

as she heard the smell and touched distasteful gory visions

she braced herself for another swirl of tired free falling descent

resigned to inevitable bruises lacerations bandages and pus

salved the wounds in resilient longing for love and kindness


not easily told because nightmares have their own momentum

and to watch from sidelines without script nor healing miracle

leaves little to do but take her into his helpless arms and heart

to say nothing but let the embrace do the talking and caress

and hope that the flickering candle survives wax wane and wake


08th August 2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Rodrigues Avatar
August 14, 2020 at 9:51 AM
Glad I read this today! Your writing is impeccable. This vampiric night of transmogrification and church bells! A hellish tale.
Andresen Avatar
August 10, 2020 at 10:45 AM
- So true ... "not easily told because nightmares have their own momentum" ... deep and powerful, Kai - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Neumann Avatar
August 12, 2020 at 2:10 AM
Thank you Anne-Liese.
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