Sleeplessness
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Looming ...
The possibility of crisis
Life-as-you-now-know-it-ending crisis
From a crystal azure sky, shining ...
The ominously dark anvil of disgrace and horror
Like the knurled hand of karma
Crashing through a sunny window
And washing you pale and empty with oily blackness
A diabolical knot in the stomach ...
That has no ease or definition or finality
Riding you like the horsemen into hellish oblivion
A cold finger on blue steel, squeezing
Bound for naught but ruin ...
And the spalted spattering of gray matter
Vitality and brilliance and talent of a rare ilk
Turned to stains and puddles and clots
By their own ... inane ...
Ignorance.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Contest Number 440 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2018
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