Voracious Images

On a frigid night . . .

  ~ Voracious Images~

 

Night after night,

it's always the same thing,

no peace lives in my breast and rain pours,

from the tiny context this,

small, insignificant part which is

nothing but my own life.

 

I sit here and dwell in shame,

Hollowed out and frigid,

the siege against my bark inundates,

forcing me into heavy thunderous  torrent,

in which nothing save for those measured sounds-

a plethora of various images,

eyes and ears staring at me,

meandering slowly through the air,

of the wetly dank, coldness.

 

I see nothing save for black wishes,

evil that bids me a death wish,

in the rain, downpour carrying those visions,

of so many ears and discerning eyes,

people that I can only loathe though-

until the morning breaks out again,

and my tears no longer show evil spirits.

 

And I live again, supine ~

Reviews

[Chris]

The second stanza ...it feels a thought is missing... I understand "bark" as being of two things - perhaps a small craft, boat AND possibly as a reference to a shell for you self. Once inundated and tossed out to the thunderous torrent "in which nothing save for those measured sounds - a plethora of various images," what?the rest didn't say. just me perhaps.

The conscious stream set tone and mood... but the over all feel was incomplete.

[Sami Khalil]

I see nothing save for black wishes,

evil that bids me a death wish,

in the rain, downpour carrying those visions,

of so many ears and discerning eyes,

people that I can only loathe though-

until the morning breaks out again,

and my tears no longer show evil spirits.



And I live again, supine ~

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)..................

[Foxemerald]

And thank you for reading it, Sami. I really appreciate your support.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....................