Into the darkness
By saltyman65
I often wake
In the darkness of my room,
above
Looking into the forever…….of the cracks^
my bed.
Waiting………………...waiting for answers to come;
Answers buried to deeply in the unknown black to be revealed.
I sleep just to fall into these cracks,
falling through abstract images, echoing my life through a distortion
of self created anxiety's.
Falling,
Falling into the darkness of the never mind
I find a truth buried in this synapsual collage.
Layered and buried I can see but not fully digest its meanings.
Straining my eyes to see clearer............. a brightness rises dissolving
the scene.
Day light quakes.
Falling,
Falling from the cracks in the ceiling.
I crash into bed awake.
Author's Note:
one in the worksComments on "Into the darkness "
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A former member wrote:
I can see the feelings behind this writing, it is very good and reminds me a lot of myself. thank you for posting it