You’re back.
The nothingness
That swallows and
Transforms light
Into darkness.

The absence of
Peace and the
Onslaught of
Desolation.
You arm me with
Emotional daggers
And blankets
Filled with shards
Of glass.

No comfort in
Your presence.
The more one resists
The tighter the noose
That suffocates
Any breath of hope.

You are the incarnate
Voice of evil and muffle
Any attempts of prayer.
So silently I’m forced to
Sit with you and
Give you permission
To pass through...

A night without
Stars or moon,
A void of space and
Impending doom,
Arms strapped down
To the depths of hell,
Deafening my ears
With the sound of
Crashing tears.

Burnt white flags
Of surrender have no
Power here.
You will be pushed
To the limits of
What you can bare
Under the weight
Of a fury
That crushes all
In it’s embrace.

And at that moment
When you lose all
Sense of fate
There is silence
And you know that
The storm of the
Emotions unleashed
Has momentarily passed.


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