The darkness descends upon me and blankets me with despair. Air is swept away and my lungs shrivel with remorse. What sends me here to this forlorn place? Avalanches of sorrow slide roughly down the slope. Crevices of hope are covered and doomed to the nether region.
Drowning in hopelessness the sun turns away. My helpless tears fill the deep crevices carved by distance. The dancing heart slumps to the ending of the swan song. Regret spills over crashing through the levy that holds back the sadness.
Without protection the demise erupts into painful heartache and indefinite suffering. Demons swoop down and devour the lost soul. All is quiet - all is locked away into the great chest of terror and dreams.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Infinity Edge
Standing on the edge of the infinity pool. Surveying my options while thoughts swirl inside my head. My location colors my perspective about the situation. Far out into the landscape my eyes catch sight of the pain and indifference bounding over hills and scrub. A subtle wind blows despair in a whirlwind. Sagebrush tumbles defiantly across the flat lands.
My point of view changes rapidly with the weather. My inhabitions fluctuate with restless abandonment. The direction in which my life is traveling becomes clouded with doom. Cold temperatures slice though my emotional defenses. A wisp of doubt lingers just below the surface. My body frozen like an ice sculpture - solid and opaque.
My armour chipping and charred by reluctant choices. Energy once abundant and usefull now dormant and minuscule. My posture weak with sorrows and deceit. The No Vacancy sign of courage faded and bending. My soul shredded like Carolina Bar B Q.
My point of view changes rapidly with the weather. My inhabitions fluctuate with restless abandonment. The direction in which my life is traveling becomes clouded with doom. Cold temperatures slice though my emotional defenses. A wisp of doubt lingers just below the surface. My body frozen like an ice sculpture - solid and opaque.
My armour chipping and charred by reluctant choices. Energy once abundant and usefull now dormant and minuscule. My posture weak with sorrows and deceit. The No Vacancy sign of courage faded and bending. My soul shredded like Carolina Bar B Q.
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