Aimlessly footslogging about an atramentous void,
Futility: just shy of an embrace, however, perseverance
Stokes the flames of determination with vigour,
But that is not enough to starve the insatiable
Appetite of diffidence which consumes one so ravishingly.
Imaginary blockage which had been teased,
Bludgeoned and finally seduced into becoming undone,
Though but a feeble flicker of luminance
Personified through tirelessly mining and sifting
Along seemingly infertile soil.
The tug of war engaged in the forms of
Indistinct whispers and numbing weight from
The Devil and Angel on quivering shoulders,
Toppling and failing to achieve equilibrium
On the Libra Scale that is catharsis.
Swaddling into the cocoon of introspection
Prolonged, but metamorphosis nonetheless.
Torched and extracted of a restricting skin,
Born anew, quieted mind and soul
Having shattered the opaque glass case
Of self hindrance.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Raindrops
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry that contains themes and topics loosely related to one another; some light-hearted and some heavier in nature. But be certain that you will find at least one of them that will resonate with you.
