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[title] => The 13th Hour… Relapsus Aeternam
[time] => 2019-02-14 02:54:14
[hometext] => Just a thought that came to mind and added to my 13th Hour series of poems
[bodytext] => Late one evening a resolution came To vanish that evening just the same An escape that vaguely did just seem To fade away like a childhood dream With tongue now numbed Light headed; mind has succumbed Staring blankly under heavy sedation Motionless in desolate isolation Memories flicker as if a fragile flame Once again just a number; without a name Sitting upon the floor in a room often forgotten A prodigal son once begotten Eyes dance behind lids’ reluctant closure As medications’ grasp weakens relinquishing hold of its stolen treasure Thoughts like wildfire start to run Eyes suddenly open wide to the glare of a fluorescent sun Rubbing temples, gently caress Through their lies inner demons do confess Returning consciousness forcibly willed Perception of time no longer distilled Tiny marks have kept time covering the walls and door With pieces of plaster big and small scattered across the floor The lights flicker, a shadow stirs, welcome home old friend Black and white merge, there is no grey, this tunnel has no end In the midst of sound*s last breath Tumblers rise and fall with a whisper*s death Silence has a new chapter to the story wrought An exit’s gift; a soul has bought By rite of passage through silence, awareness is reawakened Sanity now tangible flexes and does bend Down one long corridor countless footsteps taken Though memories and thoughts constantly battle yet both have since been forsaken Motion constant yet standing still No clock in sight with time to kill As an indentured spirit to an involuntary silence found A timid mind to a fevered heart is bound Casting aside the corpse of an existence no longer needed Homage paid to a master whose words are perpetually heeded Imagination is the result of reality*s abjection Poised before a mirrored glass the image beheld is not a reflection To and fro gazing upon the ultimate corporeal question Want a life living in Hell or a death within Heaven ? 2019 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ingeniusidiot [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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