Smooth-rocks-sunset

I wish I could turn myself into a stone,

To escape the sharp edged feelings that cut thru’

With so much horror that numbs me again and again,

In a world that has suddenly tuned chaotic and insane

 

In vain I try to take and hold deep breaths to imagine,

A beauty that is colored by all things that really matter,

The simple, self-effacing life away from structured surrounding,

But the reality of it all could be further away from nightmare

 

While I cloak all this profound reality in my poetry,

I do it with a grave heart hyperaware of any gale,

Inspiration has seized me mixed with animal power and fear,

As I inhibit this air and silence that stretches to infinity

 

The world torments the innocent with cruel pleasure in her eyes,

Uglying glowing flesh that once basked in the sun,

Splitting it apart so perfectly with a faithful bomb or a bullet,

With tingling pleasure that creates repulsive Goosebumps to its masters

 

In my world, the air has turned cold and too fragile,

That I am afraid to bow to the bottomless of its eyes,

Because it feels like entering into an endless dark tunnel,

All that makes the innocent to hold on tightly to death,

With eyes raised up as if pleading for help from the sky

 

 

 

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