I walk alone
At noon or midnight
I couldn't say
I was lost
In the deep thickets
Of my mind
The forests blocked all light
If there was any
It's peaceful in here
Right here, at least
Because my mind is a battleground
But I stood in the eye of the storm
I see these words
Lingering on branches
Of droopy,
Shimmering trees
I pluck them like flowers
To make a beautiful bouquet
Which I may never share
I dance alone
To the music of the birds
But they do not sing
They shout warnings
Run, hurry
They say
The storm approaches
You must hide
In my childish glee
I ignore them
I continue my dance
Even as the screaming cries
Come closer
And overwhelm the birds
The trees shimmer out
They are too pure
To withstand this clash
Wind whips through me
Tearing away the prettiest words
Leaving agony in their place
My laughter quiets
As I fall to my knees
This is far too much
I shout to the blackening sky
I cannot take it anymore
The storm only increases
I am battered
And bruised
Perhaps even broken
By all of these thoughts
Bent of ruining me
By all these words
Destined to destroy
My screams mingle
With their victory cries
They think they've won
But they can never win for long
Already their voices
Are getting farther away
The trees
Are coming back
Shimmering slowly
Into existence
The birds are returning
From the wounds
Of agony
Blossom
The most beautiful phrases
The purest verses
The most truthful words
I could imagine
For agony cannot last
But then,
Neither does joy
For they chase each other
The sun and moon
Following a brutally beautiful cycle
Of love and hate
Joy and sorrow
Pain and paradise
Opposites that feed existence
And struggle that feeds life.
