blackness surrounds in charcoal billows,
sleepless stillness
head laid upon pillow.
isolation creeps,
though I prayed its beckon no sooner.
drifting through the limitless, barren lacuna.
metanoia of myself, induratized my mind.
though a beast, rantipole and restless
rages inside.
a quest irenic, and chaotic the same.
two sides of the same coin,
acceptance, and blame.
both
love and hate,
gorged and hollow.
cloaked over every
white pill I swallow.
to go to bed at night,
and awake with morning day.
is it to rerun through
the monotonous cycle I've built?
or to quietly keep me sane?
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
blackness surrounds in charcoal billows,
sleepless stillness
head laid upon pillow.
isolation creeps,
though I prayed its beckon no sooner.
drifting through the limitless, barren lacuna.
metanoia of myself, induratized my mind.
though a beast, rantipole and restless
rages inside.
a quest irenic, and chaotic the same.
two sides of the same coin,
acceptance, and blame.
both
love and hate,
gorged and hollow.
cloaked over every
white pill I swallow.
to go to bed at night,
and awake with morning day.
is it to rerun through
the monotonous cycle I've built?
or to quietly keep me sane?
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