Welting dams levee, cascading pearls down red cheeks, as the horizon sunset extinguishes another snuffed verse.
I am but a diamond encrusted chandelier, its crystals reflecting the dim light of my existence,
as I strain to catch the flickering glimmer of hope,
that defies the darkness that surrounds me.
Mnemonic palimpsest overwritten pages, my past reveal glimpses of a life lived, and dreams that died unseen.
My chest cavity is a dim mausoleum lightbulb, where the sarcophagus of my longing lies entombed, as I mourn its passing, the beauty of this moment follows, struggling for meaning in a world devoid of happiness.
Another day, another pool of joy, be a lake come winter, night descends as another bulb shatters, nocturnal eye-shine, not afraid of the dark, afraid of what it is turning me into.
- Author: Beatrix M ( Offline)
- Published: August 17th, 2024 14:27
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 11
Comments2
Beautifully written with great word choice. Loved it
Beautiful
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