When darkness
eviscerates the view
and thick, cloying clouds
descend upon you.
When you feel alone
in a crowded room,
and the
pathways are
no longer straight,
all converging
on an unknown gateway
to an uncertain fate.
The signposts can lie to you,
even light can't break through
the gloom, as you are led
unwittingly to your waiting tomb.
Still the darkness pours,
sticky and viscous,
not like cloud vapour
or smoke obscuring the stars,
It’s more like tar coating the skin.
Light begins to dim,
until it's like viewing
the word through
a mesh screen.
Even the brightest stars give in
and fall out of the sky
leaving behind more
of the darkness that's still pouring,
pooling the air like a swamp
that would suck you down
if you stepped in.
It can feel like you
are on one side
of a two-way mirror,
events play out before you,
but the glass stops you
from becoming
a part of it too.
Just an observer,
to a world you once knew.
A ghost or phantom
lurking in Shadows
scared of your own
reflection staring back at you
When darkness descends
it can feel like all good
is coming to an end,
like every strand of happiness
just stops with a frayed thread
dangling, just waiting for someone
to pull on it, unravelling the
fabric of the world in your head.
At times like these it can feel
you are being forced
to your knees,
listening to the anxiety
and it's pitiful pleas
falling uncontrollably
from your quivering lips.
You know in our heart
that the clouds will lift,
but knowing
isn't the same as believing,
and right now,
the brain is winning.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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