To the embrace of the Dark.
I Disappear.
In the depths of my maddened mind
A portal opened up above my head
a gateway to somewhere I know not
And I, foolishly believing anywhere
to be better than the here and now
The Here...where worries multiply
and pain sits like elephants
upon my timeworn chest
The Now...Where the daily grind
hammers the soul under bootheels
Murdering me...turning me to pulp
The way we murder innocent ants scurrying
to feed their hungry offspring...
Uncaring...unaware maybe...
that we grind them into little wads of death
their blood and gore splattered on life's
threadbare byways and highways
Leaving us
Contemplating the murderers
and the murdered
Is it the survival of the cruelest
Which now governs the trajectory
of humanity - upwards...
I grasp the precariously perched
spirals of looped accident above me
waiting to happen...and begin to climb
No one sees me, I am alone in the
inviting darkness of the unknown
I climb and climb - higher and higher
it gets darker and darker, I can barely see
I look down, vertigo sets in
I look up, and I want to puke
I cannot go back and going forward
seems a futile attempt into a void
Inviting...
I am caught between here and there
becoming invisible...disappearing
The loops of hand touched security ends.
I am now grasping at a black nothingness
Falling...
~~~
Yet it somehow feels like a capsule of peace
my hands relax, fall by my side
I am floating in the warmth of a dark comfort
I close my eyes and all cares and troubles vanish
Calm overcomes like an ocean of peaceful waters
I let go...if this is death...I am content
My soul vanishes to the darkness.
Maybe it is but a falling into sleep
and I merely am a dreamer
Still existing in the realm of
the maddening crowd.
But, I think I will live here
Forever.
Disappeared. Vanished.
About the Creator
Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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I have often thought, after all the suffering in life, death " is but a falling into sleep." Beautiful poem. 🌺
Powerful!!! Loved your lines that are so relatable, "I look down, vertigo sets in I look up, and I want to puke." Awesome work and congrats on Top Story!!!
This poem is haunting and visceral, a descent into despair that somehow finds a strange serenity in surrender. The imagery is powerful, especially the contrast between the crushing weight of the present and the eerie calm of the void. It reads like a whispered confession from the edge of existence. Beautiful work.
Congratulations on TS!! Is it the survival of the cruelest Which now governs the trajectory of humanity - upwards... a capsule of peace “A dreamer in the maddening crowd.”Good luck and great job!!
Really beautiful
Exquisite words, Novel! 💙
How beautifully dark. I especially like the part about the ants.
A haunting descent into darkness becomes an unexpected embrace of peaceful escape.
I too, will volunteer to vanish where i can sleep on clouds of peace...and rest awhile. A real and truthful poem.
Your piece is passionate, on target & regal in delivery. You did a superb job on this prompt Novel! Brava! 💪🏾🎉☺️🌟