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 © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2020
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