Solitude

Sometimes, the very thing we fear is our self...

...The silence of midnight
beneath a relentless choking
moonless sky
brings a dream of 
nightmares awakened by 
the roars of a 
horse-drawn chariot
driven by the 
headless one
haunting me since dusk 
Tainted amber skies, there 
was this urge to flee
but there came a calm…

There was a lingering whisper in 
the chaotic silence of his walk at 
the edge of a dagger
He held my sanity
wounding a scar
bleeding from regrets
Closing into my ear, I 
feel the vile from his breath
I closed my eyes 
shutting the world from reality
but suddenly… lightning crashes
Ironically feels like
a soothing touch…

“I am you… 

…at dawn if the sun won’t rise
we will build a fortress
and I 
will leave you
six feet under
within the solitude of 
delirium…”


Mek
Dec08

Reviews

[Lupus Kaos]

It is a good one. I think the images created in my mind, were not like...fear, but more than, pain. In solitude, sometimes, we might find ourselves. At other times, we might miss them. Hopefully, the times we are alone, will be only a few. I really enjoyed it and it kept me till the end. Really nice drawing of the atmosphere.

[Mek & the Infinite Madness]

Thanks for the thoughts. compliments are very much appreciated.

[Ezekiel Silver]

Great poem! You described fear and regret in an incredible way here! Fantastic work!!

[Mek & the Infinite Madness]

thank you for the kind words.