Sustained Incantations

Sleep deprived and listening to the subconscious...I just let my hands write and work out the issues in my heart. When an empire falls, it's quite scary to rebuild.

Darkness leaks into my head�"

Demons pouring it in,

Mumbling silent incantations.

The world is on the move again…

I’m alone in this heightened frustration.

Why does everything leak into me?

Where can I find my own heart?

Must I suffer this constant confusion?

This sludge,

This ink is my delusion.

It writes over the fate before it,

Solidifying reality�"

Pen tip to molecules.

This is a true day’s labor�"

Weaving destiny into an actual life.

My body is in constant decay,

Traipsing down life’s road

Where I am alone again.

Love appears.

Like a lily holding the world,

It cradles a song.

This melody drifts softly

Into my ears and gently

Lulls me to sleep.

I awaken inside the flower’s heart,

Being sustained by light

And enfolded in this affection.

This is a new world…

Or mayhaps an older world

Full of forgotten lore and fortitude.

This is the dripping of time,

Clock winding down the

Hours, minutes, and seconds

Of our lives.

Such a love and life was built

To last.

Fear appears in mighty legions of shadow,

Seeming to topple the kingdoms

Before they truly stand.

This is residual guilt and rage;

I find rest amidst the golden

Boughs of your mind,

Chiming in and out a song.

 

Author's Note

Always open to suggestion and thoughts.

Reviews

[Saint Spooky]

I dare say my mind had chills.
A little more structure and this would make a great poem.