A moment of... War

A Poem by Borislava Zo

Internal chaos, the battle within ... Is fought in silence.. Follow me Inside the mind of an insomniatic victim of Thoughts..

That moment, ...
that seems like a
never-ending
darkness
spreading from within
the forest
of insecurities
that grows
and keeps growing
taking up
the whole space
inside your chest cavity..
Slowly spreading
across your entire system..
Leaving no space
for oxygen to enter..
Failed attempt
to inhale..

Suffocating, chocking
on words spoken,
thrown in the ocean
of time..
But never forgotten...
the memory remains..
Hidden,
but yet ... there
underneath the layers
of fog, dust and smoke...

Deeper into the woods
we go ...
where the branches
of thoughts entangled
in this
insomniatic nightmare
continue to impose
their might,
as their power
is demonstrated
with every
passing second..
Every breath..
Eyes wide open
Staring into the void...

The internal pressure
escalates ...
and thrives inside,
as its armour is
stolen smiles and tears
combined into an alloy
of regrets and fear..
The blazing arrows
never miss their target..
and so is the battle won..
Tragic ending
for the soldiers of logic...
They fought bravely
for hours ...
on the battlefield of your mind...
But lost, ....
as the queen Opportunity
came along,
standing tall and glowing..
In her silver gown..
and her light blinded
two thirds of the Kingdom..
Her daughters :
What If, & Why This
killed the remaining resistance..
....
And so ended the revolution...

& So, my dear ...
Once upon a
midnight thought
the battles are to be
always lost...

& ...

No matter how much
you try to reason and explain
to your self
that it shall all be..
Well ...
You fail,...

You fall inside
the warmwhole,
where your soul
is torn to pieces
by the forces
of madness...
until you are
left numb
on the shores
of sadness
penetrated by
the waves of melancholy,...
You crumble and break...
sobbing like an orphan,
left shivering alone
In the coldest
of winters..
in the cemetery..
where the corpse
of its lost sanity
is baried six feet beneath ...
In the graveyard
of Neverland,
where all hopes
are to be lost..
Forever...

In that moment..
Where escape
is said to be fatal...
Chose your ending
slow death ,
provided by
the Scorpion venom..
or ressurection...
from the ashes of failure...

And in both cases...
Death ...
is inescapable,
but an answer to
the paradox of existence.