The enigma is not mine, Thoughts so black, so in-divine. Ever metamorphous– Wait. Drowning in tides a’ somber, I am suppressed– Extinguished, Catatonic plight. Bound by a thought, I breathe only the water, I have come to trust. I feel safe restrained– In the fullness of time, Stable. How I wish this was forever; How I know it has already gone. Morning– Mourning. It is blinding, Entirely. I feel, To feel lighthearted. Feel something. A pressure builds with a chamber, While moods build upon... read more
