I seated upon the pillowed ground.
Looking up, astounded to witness
An odious dream.
Ceiling lights lit mid-day,
a dark eye crept.
Spells overcame the senses, as the mirror asked,
"are you still there?"
"Still There?"
The avoided sky pure darkness.
A void inside surged, the eye was gone.
I thought the feeling fearfully familiar,
again witnessing what eclipses cause.
Although concluded,
the sky's story proceeded in revenant.
Ancient ways and horrid days
Keep cage doors wide open.
Am I still there?
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
I seated upon the pillowed ground.
Looking up, astounded to witness
An odious dream.
Ceiling lights lit mid-day,
a dark eye crept.
Spells overcame the senses, as the mirror asked,
"are you still there?"
"Still There?"
The avoided sky pure darkness.
A void inside surged, the eye was gone.
I thought the feeling fearfully familiar,
again witnessing what eclipses cause.
Although concluded,
the sky's story proceeded in revenant.
Ancient ways and horrid days
Keep cage doors wide open.
Am I still there?
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