#supressed
In remission a jester’s flight taunting appears,
The duplicate behind the ears,
Yelling silence captures the eyes,
Reappearing below my steps, timed,
The corridor of the maze,
The hourglasses fracture tumbles everywhere,
And haste approaches, being freed,
“Come, the sleep beckons” I hear
As new an idea as sunshine in the late summer
Where once the demonic held the mind tied,
Now was a field dark, ripe and at rest
I should rest here once, my mind whispered,
If only to not waste again the sand
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC
I was a whole
Till,
Programmed masks
Imported Seeds
New breed of Genes
Power Vampires
Stepped inside
With,
Invisible thirst.
I was a whole
Till,
They dissected me
Into 7 segments
With
Lines of Hate.
Since then,
I am bleeding.
Alas !!
No one to repair.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC