Black moons on water, deep mirrors of dark
Dark glass where wine whirls in vortexes wild
Wild overfall sucking in seaweed and fish
Fish drowning in the madness of my inner child
Stay with me, wave demons away from my soul
Soul, anima mea, my fears of the night
Night is the time where my demons run free
Free me, please save me, bring me to light
Black moons on dark trees where owls sit and stare
Stare at me with round deep black haunted eyes
Eyes are the windows of tormented self
Self hate my monster to beat undisguised
One day I will see only sun in the sky
Sky, autumn breeze, I spread my wings... and fly
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January 3, 2017
Categories:
overfall, allusion, angst, anxiety, dark,
Form: Sonnet