Darkness, a clasping press around a heart,
The surreal motions of city life in the rain
Slowly drifting, defenseless as I tear apart
Bothered nonchalance, letting in the pain.

A papercup of coffee, a vice for contemplation
Amidst the pristine smiles which is yet to conceive
The fleeting awareness of the threat of preparation,
Sooner, at least once, one finds a way to leave.

Nothingness is a kind of gift too,
But it can also be cruelly taken away
Everything is true when nothing is true
For those sighs that hurry up to end the day.
Drifting in guardless cautiousness,
Hoping amidst the dire hopelessness.

Dec.17, 2024

Here it is again, the nightfall,
To stay for its allotted years
The entrails heeded the call
Attuned to their primal fears
In the alleys, in the pavements
A dark lie is a shining honesty
Old axioms the devil laments
Tears to prepare his destiny.

Where to after the nightfall,
This darkness has a contract?
The bells of hell now loudly toll
The funeral song of your fact

Monstrosity to take back the spoils
A face reddens not in shame
**** in new ways the gut that boils
Coming back in rebranded fame
Offering hope by perfumed name
Sins disowned, loots to reclaim.

Here it is again, the nightfall,
The hearts that refused must endure
To wait till the morning call,
It will be long, tiring, but it is sure.

May 18,2022

Just meters away from the door's neon light,

Like an eternity in this dark place

A measurement of sighs past midnight,

The silence doesn't care about my face

The silence doesn't even glance at me

The silence is cold in all my ways

The silence condemns me to be free

The silence will be with me, all my days,

Despite the love, despite the burning flame,

Your radiance from my eyes must disappear,

From existence in the sphere of my frame

Your silence must cease to interfere

With the busy misery hidden in my smile,

I will never, to your grace, reconcile.
Copyright © Robert Velves | Year Posted 2023