When the darkness of the night draws the curtains of its blackness upon the mournful horizon,
and its spooky silence stirs into the apprehensive hearts whatever it could stir.
The spooky silence that enshrouds the ceremonial grief.
The ceremonial grief which is attended by the melancholy trees.
The melancholy trees which stand with their shadowy heads bowed in the gloom.
They stand in a somber grief over the tragic departure of the sun into the sea of blackness.
The sea of blackness that encircles the island of the horrific Tyrant of Sorrow,
when he emerges from his abyssal cave,
declaring the dominance of the kingdom of sadness over the vulnerable lonely hearts,
and ruthlessly enforce them to join his deeply cherished permanent folk song.
His eternal anthem which praises the excruciating suffering and the horrific pains.
The excruciating pains that spring from the deep wells of the lonely hearts.
The wells of the repressed pains that explode with sadness,
when the mighty sorrow hovers in the night sky,
calling out those lonely hearts from behind the curtains of his ancient darkness.
His ancient black clouds of belittling and humiliation.
The contemptuous black smoke that emerges from the disparaging eyes of this careless world.
The indifferent world who judged that the lonely hearts should suffer alone in its lifeless valley of neglect.
The lifeless wilderness of neglect which the world takes pride in owning the patent of its invention,
and achieving a glorious victory when its negligence crushes these vulnerable lonely hearts.
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'when he emerges from his abyssal cave,
declaring the dominance
of the kingdom of sadness over the vulnerable lonely hearts,
and ruthlessly enforce them to join
his deeply cherished permanent folk song.'..
are you dipping your toes
in Plato's mindboggling minefield cave, of self-awareness
and Jung's shadow, realms
of the inevitable noir in our self-curated, subconscious
and utilising your uniquely: geometric, poetic style to do so?..
truly enjoy, your zeal for incorporating
didactive, philosophical concepts in your writing
hope you can fine tune your style someday, to insure
even more people can benefit from the gleaned wisdom
you so generously choose to share,
until then please accept my solitarily pathetic: thank you
for doing so!..
Thank you very much brother for your constructive, analytical and educational feedback.
I really appreciate your wonderful feedback.
In fact, I usually answer the call of my intense impulsivity and emotional flux and try to write them down in lines immediately, as a way of dealing with and managing these impulses in a healthy, more tolerable way.
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