Darkest of the nights and Blackest of the skies,
Twinkling shimmers soothing my eyes,
verged on the delight to know what is right.
each cotton balls slithering down this night,
provoking my soul from the deep down,
this unusual sensation grasping my divided attention all around,
trying to gather the scattered soul,
the pit of nature is yawning beneath me as a whole,
I wasn’t enough for me, neither wholly mortified by my presence,
The presence that wasn’t completing me.
In the series of this partial denial and cynical manipulation,
struggling part of me was confiscated in baptism,
looking forward to the resurrection, to allow my soul to segue with the other, to make it as a whole.
The compromise left all sides unsatisfied, to make everything right.
‘Either they accept all of me or none of me’;
With a sob of disappear, I threw myself into the lap of the night, in a mute appeal.
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