An Hour Ago
The spirit within, perforated
from the jargons of life...
Nearest; an hour ago,
and some hours thence,
but being seived constantly.
Someone pirated conflicts of mind
I'm seeing my demons eye-to-eye.
Shivers down the spine; I breathe profusely.
The Darkness is very platonic
Drives to the dark sea; for drowning
Strangles 'heads' below waters...
The wicked 'tales' of devils.
A toss of a coin, took my breath away...
Brought back to life, risen from ashes
Cognized the conical chalked forgery
And lived my mess again...
Some hours ago, and some hours thence,
What a mess I was, and I still am,
A lot more now perhaps...
Will I stir out, from my tangled mesh?
This time, maybe, from ashes
And bring out the euphoria -
The brightest of lights from my crevices!
And burn brighter for all my days...
2019-04-04 19:20:53
3
2