The Awakening Abyss
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Agape brain, there is a deep abyss, dull and endless.
But, I'm falling, acquiring whatever may be blessedness.
Conversely, there is only a void, and I am doomed.
Daily life's pull resembles a tornado baiting my wound.
Even though there is no sound, I am ill-suited to scream.
Feel no insight to view and discern nothing how to deem.
Geared on a rugged edge, gazing down into despair.
Hence, it occurred; it concealed my hopes; the grave is drear.
Icily stare at a bettor way of never-ending sadness.
Joined arms reaching blurring light in a dying awareness.
Keep Plunge pale pungent earthquake whirlwind.
Lower your prospering limbs into the swaying water bind.
Masterpiece danced through the corridors alike a butterfly.
Nettle-picking and stone-pounding on a blustery pathway
Obscured in the shadows, the gold gust lines are blurring.
Prepared for shivering haggles and raging lightning.
Quiet sound of trees swinging and branches underneath.
Rebuke mayhem would not include a flower wreath.
Sailing on foamy waves, under wrapping arm of windless.
Through the sand, grains climb a hole of nothingness.
Underneath, a dark opening has dove into the obscurity.
Vituperations venoms are heaped by shadow melancholy.
When the nightfall bar sparkles with a silver shine.
Xylene's pit dubs me currently, similar to alarm's whine.
Yield not too eerie dangers concealed in evil dream trend.
Zone time limit point of life warns I am drawn to my end.
Written: December 07, 2021
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2021
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