Symphony of Shadows

A poem with an exploration of existential themes

Symphony of Shadows

What glow, a skin of brief light, enveloping our world, absent of depth, becomes our next dark night.  How not even the sun, in brilliance can penetrate the trembling veil of black night, lost souls; I am the seer of night the bookkeeper of silence for silence too is dressed in resounding skin and each sense has its own night even as I do I am my own night I am the conceiver of non-being and of all its splendor as I am father of death she is mother she whom I evoke from the perfect breath of night.

How the world aches, amputated from living life.  

My words, a symphony forged from the depths of silence, I comprehend the profound sorrow of disillusionment. In my relentless pursuit of creation, I obliterate what I become, and with a heavy heart, I shatter what I love.

:: 08.01.2024 ::