And like that, the mind flashed on
The light was slowly dulling and the darkness was winning
Crushed into sooty shadows
Thoughts spewed from the gloom
Glowing so pessimistically dry
As if by Hades the darkness was fulsome
The quiet rendered all but peace within
Stabbing into the skin
The pinprick of realization
The drive for recognition
But the sudden snap of sicklied inspiration
Transformed the atmospheric epiphany
Overwrought yet powerless
Consuming like heartless acid
Eating but disintegrating
People crunched up the words
People averted their eyes from the beginning
Others stayed till the end
Enduring through the rubbish
Then turned their heads away for good
Glad it was all over
And still
Thoughts reveled in and out of negative pores
Glaring in silent fires
Flaring with false light
Unsure
Understood
Always burning
Yearning
Categories:
sicklied, absence, abuse, age, analogy,
Form: Free verse