And then there was oblivion,
the haze of non-disclosure,
the numbness of feeling nothing,
and the hurt buried so deeply
a surgeon could not remove.
In this abandonment,
the pain tinged periphery of cognizance
weeps in pallid despair,
while mind in clouded soft resolve
explores the thoughtless landscape.
Here, as planets pass by,
and stars like shimmering light
plucked from a pond at sunset,
reveal nothing of secrets,
just the reverberating hum of life in murmur.
Time eclipsed by lethargy,
cowers in space, bereft,
and that weeping but a distant disturbance,
as wandering vacant sleep, remains awake.
And when drifting succumbs to slumber.
and the day passes grimly,
a mind in return is saturated with grief,
for reality bites the second time around,
and there is no escape.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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