Sutures in skull unraveling, a fractured tapestry,
Scorching tears cascade, a river of agony,
Tympanums strain against the deafening silence,
No air to breathe, suffocating in the void's embrace.
A hundred pascals press upon temples, a relentless vice,
Spine coiled tight with tension, a serpent ready to strike,
Knees quiver with the weight of unspoken fears,
Feet frozen as hailstones upon the icy ground.
Heart thunders in the caverns of the chest,
Mind a tempest, raging against the confines of sanity.
In this maelstrom of torment, amidst the chaos,
A soul seeks solace, a flicker of hope amidst the shadows,
A beacon of light in the darkest of nights,
Guiding the way through the storm, towards calm waters.
About the Creator
irene
A wordsmith whose heart dances with with every stroke of the pen, for whom writing is not just a passion, but a sacred journey of self-expression and discovery.
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