Thursday, October 20, 2016
Petrified, by my mind's reflections.
Horrified, by my spirit's ruminations.
Bewitched, by my psyche's obsessions.
Locked, in my head with no refuge.
How can I live?
When eventual is unpredictable?
When bygone is unforgettable?
When present is depletable?
The sky is painted with vivid darkness.
The sounds are aery with insipid harshness.
I cannot rest while my consciousness
vies to dim the dimmest of blackness.
How am I to become?
When my own will not fight
to outlive my nightmares
to attain my ambitions?
Fixated, I am, in the likeness of a glacier
moved only by the ocean's currents
melting away day by day
destined to no longer exist.
The past is gone by, when will I forget?
Only when my anima no longer is!