Searing
madness of discernment
Accountable
thoughts of forethought lamentations
of the uncertainties
of the uncertainties
in this world
Its
precariousness
Its fleeting
happiness
Where the
possibility of fulfillment
Seems to
disappear
In a surge of
a snap
Allowing a
momentous
Flooding of
loneliness
Erasing past
inspirations
Enveloping
darkness
Going down
Spiraling low
Tossing
deeper
Into a deluge
Of pure
sorrow.
Refining the
senses
Numbing
The coldness
Of the
journey's
Last cry.
Silence
Tickin of the
clock
The dampness
Of the air
Reverberating
Bringing
images
Of
solitariness
Of desolation
Bursting
The heart
To a silent
Crumbled
Infliction
Of anguish
Of torment
Resting no
more
To the tune
Of old
melodies
Resonating
Once again
The gloried
Soliloquy
These,
Unspoken
reflections
Things left
unsaid
In spoken
words
Where ink
Shall be the
witness
And the
bearer
Of truth
The sponge
To set the
flow
Of emotions
Be buried
Once and
again
In a thousand
train of thoughts
Flashing,
Moving in a
tow
Of suddenness
MAC
August 14,
2012
416pm