Some trauma of consciousness, I
think
The loss of a dream
The recollection of a
nightmare
Moving to overwhelm the
spirit
I can see clearly, how
I have shut the demons
in my private inferno
To prevent myself from watching the angels fall
Somewhere along the line
Reality shifted,
thawed, cracked apart
And flooded my veins
The violence of Nature’s rhythm
Shook forth an echo that stirred planets
I drew earthquakes
along the surface of the Sun
And Night closed her eyes at the tragedy
Saying nothing, for darkness is the absence of voice
She
left only the stars to scream
Something, I believe,
Fell out from beneath
my very feet
And allowed me for once to see a void in my own being
That opened like the jaws of doom to swallow me
A thousand tongues shook out my name,
Cursing
me with their requiem
I longed both to awaken
And to see the end of the fall
Rushing into my eyes
Until I came to crash nakedly into the dawn
It felt obscure to touch down on the pain
Of
understanding
The rush was in my temples, my heart,
And
my veins
A reverberating cataclysm of my pulse
My foundations shake and tremble
Weary now, giving way
To shatter, crumble,
obliterate,
The
final wreckage.
Sending up clouds of dust
Stinging tears, a silent shriek
Staining the snow-white
folds of a new day
Like
testimony to the sins of the mind
Accusation
Pointed at…
myself?
I would like to be forgiven, then
Innocence is the struggle of worlds
Light through the
darkness
Peace through torment
Hope through despair
The collision of what has been, and I
Am
merely
The final act of
An
apocalypse of the heart
But I ravage the depth,
nonetheless
My only triumph lies
there
Waiting
epochs through Time immemorial
For
me to meet it on the inside
~Joanne S