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Solstice
First toxic beverage of the evening, a simple mild brew
As I drain the glass I am reminded of how much I am missing you
As I wait with patience after a long gulp I hear nought but silence
Such is the stale repercussion, from the world, for my defiance
A question of reason knocking upon the door between mind and heart
The barrier of soul, broken the very moment the two of us did part
The emptiness of void taking place of what use to be lively and pure
A descent into the overpowering dark, for I was not at all sure
I was left to accept organ-splitting separation, yet I refused the dastardly satisfaction
At that horrid moment of the inevitable altercation
Yet now we are witness to confession, and the introduction of hidden information
I lay in the clouds of preparation and determination
Over the course of a steady couple hours, I lay in the darkness for a lengthy period
With the lack of sunshine I prepare a piece to represent such as my personal Iliad
A tale of endeavors stretching the horizons, from the lowest light to the greatest
The fateful journey between the two extremes shall eternally be the hardest
A second dose of the fatal medicine, cough syrup of sour mash
Administered to numb the discomfort from my inner emotion cache
The old grandfather strikes twelve as I pen you this message
Mailed as a bandage to seal the wounds and patch the wreckage
Echoes within my ears from the time when you would be sitting beside me here
I regard your holy face, a beacon of true and warming light before you would disappear
With open arms I lay at night, wishing you to return where your heart does belong
Tears painting a picture of my love, whimpers of sorrow forming the basis of my song
With a third chalice full I begin to swallow poison and my pride
Knowing I will always be waiting for you deep on the inside
The scars from your words will never match the wounds of my solitary path
Without you as my partner, the only emotion I experience is that of my own wrath
I scream into the sky above with knowledge that no divinity shall answer my call
Perhaps a few verses outside your window and my love shall solve it all
No matter your place in this empty world around us, my heart will eternally remain true
Replacement is the absurd falsity; I shall always rest with the thought that I love you
Before I depart this homestead for an adventure into the endless world beyond
I foresee an occasion of sunshine, burning with the strength of our chemical bond
The longest experience of warmth and light I will have ever felt this dreadful year
The two of us can journey together into this dangerous and lethal frontier
A final goblet of a lethal ethanol, enough to allow undisturbed sleep momentarily
With the thought of her in my mind, peace starts to enhance extraordinarily
I am aware of my journey ahead, after a century stationary my mind and heart are set
With a quill in one hand and parchment in the other, you have no idea what will hit you yet
As I drain the glass I am reminded of how much I am missing you
As I wait with patience after a long gulp I hear nought but silence
Such is the stale repercussion, from the world, for my defiance
A question of reason knocking upon the door between mind and heart
The barrier of soul, broken the very moment the two of us did part
The emptiness of void taking place of what use to be lively and pure
A descent into the overpowering dark, for I was not at all sure
I was left to accept organ-splitting separation, yet I refused the dastardly satisfaction
At that horrid moment of the inevitable altercation
Yet now we are witness to confession, and the introduction of hidden information
I lay in the clouds of preparation and determination
Over the course of a steady couple hours, I lay in the darkness for a lengthy period
With the lack of sunshine I prepare a piece to represent such as my personal Iliad
A tale of endeavors stretching the horizons, from the lowest light to the greatest
The fateful journey between the two extremes shall eternally be the hardest
A second dose of the fatal medicine, cough syrup of sour mash
Administered to numb the discomfort from my inner emotion cache
The old grandfather strikes twelve as I pen you this message
Mailed as a bandage to seal the wounds and patch the wreckage
Echoes within my ears from the time when you would be sitting beside me here
I regard your holy face, a beacon of true and warming light before you would disappear
With open arms I lay at night, wishing you to return where your heart does belong
Tears painting a picture of my love, whimpers of sorrow forming the basis of my song
With a third chalice full I begin to swallow poison and my pride
Knowing I will always be waiting for you deep on the inside
The scars from your words will never match the wounds of my solitary path
Without you as my partner, the only emotion I experience is that of my own wrath
I scream into the sky above with knowledge that no divinity shall answer my call
Perhaps a few verses outside your window and my love shall solve it all
No matter your place in this empty world around us, my heart will eternally remain true
Replacement is the absurd falsity; I shall always rest with the thought that I love you
Before I depart this homestead for an adventure into the endless world beyond
I foresee an occasion of sunshine, burning with the strength of our chemical bond
The longest experience of warmth and light I will have ever felt this dreadful year
The two of us can journey together into this dangerous and lethal frontier
A final goblet of a lethal ethanol, enough to allow undisturbed sleep momentarily
With the thought of her in my mind, peace starts to enhance extraordinarily
I am aware of my journey ahead, after a century stationary my mind and heart are set
With a quill in one hand and parchment in the other, you have no idea what will hit you yet
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