Inflamed passion for rest possesses me
Gripping tight in a wet nostalgic embrace
Coughing out its disease upon my face
Slowly this venomous fluid seeps into me
Invading my body’s already weak defences
Throwing my epitomic peace of mind off-
Way off like a kite off a cliff’s edge
Soaring rapidly, then quickly diving-
To its demise, a blissful yet stinging experience.
The lids of my face stingingly shut-
Out the light, brightness, goodness and
Even love and I drift into the gravely experience
The light vanishes and now,
I see stars, moon and mystical sky lights,
Growing dimmer and dimmer I slip safely away
To a cloudless almost lifeless place but still breathing.
If you can tell me what this poem was about leave a comment I’d love to see your guesses.
Goodnight and have a great week!