flashing neon lights
clouded the garden
sprouting with seeds of
electric flowers
the rain went acrid
embellished with knick knacks
of gold and silver
falling in silence onto
the newly-paved streets
— the city
nights i spent
filling in the chasm
inside of me.
the schism between
deception and truism,
between rapprochement
and estrangement.
the zephyr of my heart
hammered further into
this never-ending hole
perhaps what they call
— heartache
staring up
at the ceiling plastered
with white lies,
my hands stretched
the concrete walls open,
unravelling a sun-wrapped
hill that invited me to a weekend
getaway — an escapade
to an extraterrestrial
wonderland of pure
pellucid streams, flowing
with an opalescent glow.
then i see myself
lifted by an shapeless
arm that dusted my
caustic, worn body
ebbing my blues into
the yellow of my room.
— succor
years after i was salvaged
from that labyrinth
that devoured my soul,
i watched my dreams creep
back into my dream-less
head; my veins flowing with
a glowing crimson.
my puzzled mind embarked
on a quest to uncover this clandestine
mission to save me from that
magnetic spiral. as i passed
that precipice of skyscrapers of
my nightmares, i squinted my eyes
and found my savior: myself.
— self-acception