Cold stones

#FromOneLine 183

Let’s go back to the caves
Bury our screams in silence
Discard our deadly weapons
In the deepest darkness
For they fill us with bravado
So false, instill us with prowess
So misguided, that our world
Slowly crumbles around us
Just stones, as cold as our hearts

Dawn

In the fleeting darkness
Only dreams survive
On the chariot of dawn
That rises from the ashes
Of a horizon in cinders
Lost to the dying lights
Of lonely burning skies!
The dark broom of night
Sweeps away stardust
From under the canopy
Of a dazzling firmament
Slowly lost in the distance

Masquerade

Darkness, in your embrace
I shed all my worldly woes
Like the skin of a snake
For you, my wounded healer
Whisper to me of spells
From the bowels of hell.
Goodness is long dead
To survive the death knell
You entreat me to beckon
Pettiness, slithering slyness
Throbbing deep within, now
Spilling on to slippery slopes.
Clutch on to the last straws
Don a mask and carry on
For in life only those thrive
Who enjoy the masquerade.

Anxiety

Rescue me from
The web of cerebration
Crushing my innards
Clutching my heart
Maddening my soul
With another bout
Of stifling anxiety!
Thoughts growing
Like tendrils within me
Squeezing, squishing
Body, spirit, inside out
Squirming in my brain
Twisted imagination
Triggering a volcano
Of anguish fear, guilt
The demons they win;
Primeval joy, lost in the din!

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