From dust
To sleep
To waking hours
The shutters close every second
Recycling your view
Lifetimes spent in fits of darkness
What do these blinds really do
Hiding visions of the future
Or tools to fix the past
Portals to these neverworlds
Glimpsed through one-way glass
Seen and then forgotten
In a literal blink of an eye
The spaces in between
Are what I'm keen to understand
Gone until the next time
Gone within a span
I am just getting around to feeling
Utterly and completely lost
The darker shades of destiny
Stay floating at the bottom
Waves pressing on the bubble
Rising by any means
Crawling to the surface
Tearing at the seams
Eyelids like low bids
On this one reality
That was once concrete and cemented
Struggling to make it back
Eyes opening to inconsistencies and
Cracks in the facade
Holes in the veneer
Salted poison in this droplet
One might call a tear
Rolling down a cheek
Sourced from a sealed window to the soul
I am still lost
This escapade will take its toll
In this propagandistic sphere
My bubble is shrinking ever so near
The infallible crumble
The blinders tremble in fear
What seemed like a second
Turned into more
Forgetting the surface
I am too far from shore
My vision is darkness
Heartbeating, the chore
And then, there I am
Back like before
And all in the blink of an eye
Journal
Insomniac's Journal
Words birthed in the internal
His subconscious' dunk-tank
These words remained unranked
Articulate the contemplations
Of these waking frustrations
Pen in hand
Sleep be damned
These are the greatest thoughts in the land
But why do they come at 4 in the morning
Must write them down
And heed the warning
His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes
If only he knew what was at stake
Words, Words, and more still left to come
Cannot stop till he sees the sun
Sunken eyes
Blood shot red
Sleep finally comes to the walking dead
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