“I stand amid the roar
of a surf-tormented shore,
and I hold within my hand
grains of the golden sand.”
- "A Dream Within a Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe.
My thoughts rage savagely,
continually crashing against
the plexiglass walls of my mind,
repeating,
repeating
what I have told myself so many times before.
I want to drill
a hole in my pondering temple
and watch the unheard words pour,
as I stand amid the roar.
I’m immersed in my own reality,
a tragedy of my own invention,
conjuring up a magic worry
from my top hat of imagination.
I reach into the tumultuous waves of my unconscious,
fingers sinking down to the ocean floor
grabbing handfuls of self-loathing
rummaging,
looking for the key to my lock of misery, hearing the stridor
of [my] surf-tormented shore.
I am stuck in a narcissistic nightmare
of escapism,
clinging to the cliff of my sanity,
fingernails breaking on its rocky surface.
My emotions are more twisted
then each strand
of a rope’s knotted noose.
I scribble lists to quiet myself internally,
every one of my moves, always planned.
And I hold within my hand
a pen,
spilling inky black subconscious
on bright white sheets of routine,
repeating,
repeating
what my eddying contemplations demand.
I watch my clock obsessively
shoes ticking away against the floor, until
my hourglass shatters, spilling tanned
grains of the golden sand.
- V.B.B.
About the Creator
V. B. B
I'm a pessimistic amateur poet and writer that has had a few violent and dark things published. Also, I love to make lists of my favourite movies, t.v. shows, books, and music.
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