Memories of Darkness

A judgment of the past: where we’ve locked our dark halves.

Between grief and grace. The choice we made along the way.

Yet fixated on latent fears of losing face.

These thoughts weigh heavily, lounging with those inner chat voices.

No one hears me, even if they are standing in proximity.

It was the day the sun refused to shine, under a pale moonlight.

Playing broken mind games: in an apocalyptic futurist survival mood.

Standing in your circle of circumstances, brought to you by time, stops.

A zone within their corporation to find a way out of the cessation.

The world we choose out of ‌context, only karma knows.

Locked inside this merry-go-round, screaming at shadows.

Of letting yourself down. For an end to this suffering.

Now those voices are so loud that everyone else is whispering.