Free verse № 152673
essence of a thought
no diaphanous membrane, this;
bearing down upon the soul,
a cascading megalith,
crumbling resolve with no remorse.
no soothing analgesic, this;
burning holes in the heart
like a ruptured caustic cyst,
melting dreams, leaving despair.
demolishing love with its force,
a raging beast set on a course
as darkness creeps from the abyss;
banishing hope and sunlight, this.
intimate, incessant constrictor of air,
a garrotte made of silken hair
wrapping tighter than a crushing fist;
no mere flight of fancy, this.
9 comments
the change of rhythm is a bit disturbing, much like the thought.
many thanks for understanding and relating.
glad you liked this piece, and many thanks for the comments.
thanks for the comments. you be writing something soon? seems we both took a bit of a hiatus...
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