burning, searing, twisted intricacies of a perplexed mind,
a labyrinth of tousled, muddled thoughts, I'm unable to rewind,
coldness seeps slowly, in my already oh so friable bones,
crackling on defiance of a tired soul, my heart bemoans,
fervor for a mere warmth? tantalizing my barren numb state,
frozen, inapt to move, consumed by foreign, immense hate.
nothing attracts me anymore, nor addictive music of rain,
neither the cynosure smell of books, insensate, all in vain,
laughter of an errant child, drifting over the fallen leaves,
autumn arrives, stench of death follows, with heaving grieves,
nostalgic fray, tickling my soul, as a light breeze ruffle hairs,
crispy wind of October, whispers exotic things in my ears.
hushed murmurs, kissing me softly; as a touch of ambrosia,
seducing me, stumbling as if drunk, i spew poetry out of this atexia!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
October has arrived, bringing in its amidst autumn. a season of death, change, numbness and pain! murmuring soft murmurs of whispers that turns into poetry...
YOU ARE READING
Catastrophe
PoetrySolace and peace those words unknown to me, Chaos in my existence thoughts and mind, I portray them through my words, On the brink of losing myself, Held by a thread with sanity, I am falling toward this Catastrophe...! ¤ I have blended the amalgama...
