Fragments from lone hours

And I close the door of my darkened chamber; I sit-
(midst of my four-walled confinement)
beside fire- heaving a sigh of relief- Numb. Then hours fled-
my inanimate world comes to motion; commence with the recall of-
forgotten past in an undignified manner. Faces arouse in suspicion-
from a curtained bitterness;
and I listen to those unheard voices from many years back,
all those symphonies which counts no one no more.
Slowly and softly my flattered thoughts embark on a saddened ride,
and the stormy wind outside turn into a grieving companion,
rains strengthen its piercing arrows hurting upon the window glass
-in a sinful excitement,
and that is when all the noises turned off- like none of them ever existed,
quicker the foot steps of the last pedestrian dwindle away from nearby road,
leaving a loner behind in solitude.
The enthusiasm in the fiery flames deaden quietly,
and a cold silence wrap me up. I crawl into the bed and no sound I make,
I dare not awaken the ghosts from the dreamless slumber of night.
So I close my eyes-
but I hear again somewhere near a lost wind bewailing.
Somewhere falls a broken branch crying aloud
I become so aware of my frenzied spines- my anesthetized being,
And then I fall into sleep-
Or I compelled to die . . .
Adieu! Cursed shadows- the dwellers within me.

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I exist and alive and now awakened . . .

Scream

Yet more a terrible journey and I waded far far away
The mind is in complete disarray; encroaching into a very mid-day.
I exist and alive; and now awakened but a weary sigh heaved
through nostrils toward my – Self; my being cleaved.
Etched on my mind the very illustration of my entangled past
enraged me whilst I watch memories buried underneath years of  dust.
Vivid-ness of a bright sun curtains my spectrum, my senses disavowed,
Away back somewhere a mystery may have unfolded and a ship wreck foreshadowed.
Be-wilderness devour my conscious yet I fly in tiresome direction
Over the beechen green of a nameless woodland, or may it my only fraction;
Wings spread out journey on such weary feathers anesthetizing momentum,
Up in the sky and beneath the sea, there betwixt lie bits of me undisturbed inside a sanctum.
The timeline past pulverized, only me and this very moment now left
standing at this edge, await to slog myself out of this mountain cleft.

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