Black fingers numb me,
holding fast my mind. The clouds spread from the evening
sun, shaded in a cloak of fine deafness
coming. I feel the lethargy…
take over. My eyes dim
and see…
naught but a gray horizon.
Dust flies and the dark wind
blows…
around my cheek. A teardrop, a sea where I drift, amidst
the flow…
of a murky current
far, far
beneath…
I lift my head to see a wavering, drowned light—I cannot
breathe…
but a stagnant air sluggishly greets me instead, for
the clouds, are here now,
Above me…
a light of light smothered by
the sea…
of haze and mist. I feel the yawn of a giant,
then a feeling of
wet…
I move slowly, in a rhythm
set…
and sleep the everlasting rest,
for eternity snared in this
gray, gray
Land. |
Submission Name: Melancholy
