Broken synapses

 

Turbulent upheaval,

like a titanic sequel,

saw myself hit the ice,

crack in two

and sink under the waves,

into the deep ocean blue.

Two lights lost from my skies,

then a catastrophic decline

as the sky fell apart

and the stars smashed the earth.

Witness to birth, to the first bright flashes

of electricity rushing through all new synapses.

 

The turmoil and trauma

that bubbles under

this fractured surface,

like lava

under the plates tectonic,

starts to murmur.

A sonic harmonic symphony

of catastrophic imagery.

Witness to my own demise.

I saw with my own eyes

The stolen sighs 

taken from my life.

I saw signs.

Seesaw mind 

rides high then low

Never saw 

the budding flowers grow.

only saw rivers 

of death slowly flow.

 

Disordered memories,

uncoordinated lines.

I saw the left and right, up and down,

all the borders blurred

into a single point in time.

That night, I climbed the stairs.

Unaware

of what I would no longer find there.

An empty room, my lair of despair.

A place I lay and cried to the skies to kill me

or tell me, to guide me, at least to see me,

but the sky stayed black

and I found the shadows 

were there to comfort.

I witnessed rebirth. The first bright flashes

of electricity rushing through broken synapses.

I'd survive this.

I had to.

 

 

 

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