White nights full of reveries
My unconscious becomes the very imminence I sought to elude
Filling every crevice of my intellect
There is no spot left undefiled by the inversion of my quintessence
Slumber is no longer timorous
And time spent outside loses all connotation when the borders erase
Lassitude follows me with every turn I take
And she strives to love me as her own
But her love is erosive
Eradicating all the parts of me she's affected
She yearns to feel lonely together
The vacuity seeks company full of life
To drain face to face and unbecome together
With no way left to turn
I supplicate, I find equanimity in non being
If this is all that's left
Let quietus be kinder than man
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Author:
Cassie Hays (Pseudonym) (
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Although there are several five dollar words in this piece it rolls out like a red carpet with trumpets. It has a royal feel to it and with pomp and ceremony it call out to all about. A fave
Thank you so much for the kind words
You are most welcome
Solitude can be fulfilling for a time, but only for a time.
The reader picks up the frustration in this write, cos at some point we've all been on that journey.
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