Filtering filigree
flittering down from clouds of rage
sadness, fire
the icy breath of infertile demons
scatters hope asunder
rays of ways to deal with grief
shine like dark reminders of a past
that is as imperfect as it is everything
seeing blindness sounds like being mute
the sound and vision gone
each round of terrible passion
creates another layer of impervious sediment
on a heart that long ago stopped
beating the rhythm of love
for itself
each moment teaches humility
each movement brings pain
each slice of truth is served with
obsidian thoughtlessness
dark, hard and impervious
never-ending fear
never beginning warmth
leaving the issues of the day
untouched and the us
unresolved
moving through the fog
navigating the life-sized daggers
of pure nothingness
circumventing the whirlpools of despair
I can't help but feeling
withered.
...is that DBing? lol.
I used to write a lot. Now I only do it for work. Back to doing it for fun, if you call that fun. Maybe they'll get brighter as time goes on.
TMU
P.S. Sorry for the poetry corner. Probably not the place...oh well, could not think of a better way to express my feelings right now.
