The dark clouds descend.
the omens, apparent.
Time alone can tell
when the night shall envelop you
in its cold embrace.
The remnants of the past
attempt to break through.
Their corpuscular rays
not quite succeeding in their attempt.
Drawing inspiration
akin to a breath
on a crystal twilight.
Trying to rebuild
what once was.
Lost in the abyss
that is now the perception.
Feeling the way across
the direction is unclear.
But look
it is the sanctuary now
that which drew all unto itself.
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4 comments:
sometimes you can see right through
maybe hinted hues
and sometimes calloused
glass translucent.
it's Achilles's heel
penetrated,
a million glinting
rays.
Yet 'tis Earth Day,
Today;
with a new old-theme :
Glass can be recycled.
<3
^To be titled :
Silica inside.
Wow. Quite poignant and well written. "The sanctuary is now the hell itself". Very different and good perspective. Keep it going :)
Thanks Fuzzy and 22 :D
Silica Inside..definitely!
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