On the way to destroy my demons.

I carry answers to my failures
in the form of memories of my success
A past joy of winning weighed down
by the uncertainty of the present times

I live tedium in a loop
pushing expectations far away
walking in a green meadow
underneath a cloudy storm

The contrast doesn’t surprise me
for I’m living to feel nothing
but to see everything as it is
almost as a natural occurring

The clouds look like
the absence of colour
created as if to destroy
my illusion of reality

But this storm is nothing but
the harsh disturbance of air
or a wailing symphony of nature
on the way to destroy me…

Advertisements