The Morning

Sun, 09/16/2018 - 01:39 -- JDiatte

My sockets were full,

my mind was racing,

my eyes swelled with glissoning droplets,

my nose dressed in red velvet robes.

My heart sunk to the depths of the Arctic Ocean.

Night mares rushing through my soul,

galavanting like a stampede through my veins.

Sweat beating down my brow, thundering storms of rain.

If I would let go I'd be free from the lightning,

but I don't wanna loose the reigns.

 

It's morning time now...

 

The sun crests like a child peaking into the room.

Her eyes slowly illuminate the space as the time passes.

Warmth fills the open air,

billowing like soft blankets through the mysterious whispers of the dark.

 

It is Winter Season...

 

The crisp breeze converged against my exposed skin like sharp China glass,

tearing through my underwater hopeless grasp.

I need to exfoliate my brain to the sun,

but I don't want to.

Why would they want to catch wind of my hideous mask?

My sub-conscious brain wanted to smile,

but I was breaking like a collapsing bridge from within.

 

The foundation was weak and soil not damp.

So dry and desolate in the desert soul, searching in the wilderness, 

I descend into the hole.

     A hole of slander,

     A hole of sickness, and of anger, and of emotional despondency...

 

I'm upright now, collapsing as I woke,

collapsing as I breathe,

collapsing as I hear,

The hidden whisper of an evil kiss,

drowning in the dark obis.

Like cock roaches and varments in my path, 

the darkness encoraches, says call me dad.

 

I fall like an eagle with a broken wing.

Lying in the dust as the serpents feast.

The dust swells like tornadoes at my feet.

My wings are broken, they crumble at the touch of the dust.

I lay planless, hopeless, and young

As I walk outside it's as if the birds have never sung.

 

The day hasnt even started,

I feel like i've lost before I've even departed.

The lies have one.

But its not till death, when its done.

I start my day, the battle is lost but the war has already been won.

 

           Joey R. C. Diatte

 

 

 

 

 

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