Have you ever stared down the demonic depths of a dingy abyss?
Or
Have you ever felt that sudden urge to resign…when those dark eyes of lucid heights call you?
If not… then allow my words,
To take you,
Through the tranquilizing horror,
And the anxiety-ridden silence,
Of that moment.
That moment when life knocks you down,
You hit your head on the cold and rough floor;
The world goes dead;
Your feet go numb;
Your eyes meet the dark;
And your ears…
Your ears embody those maniacs,
Who talk to the hushed nights
And claim to have learnt the secrets of life.
Those maniacs might be poets!!
Anyhow…
That moment, my friend…
Can be the death of your soul.
That moment, my friend…
Can bequeath you with scars…so deep;
So deep…
That an artist won’t shy away before carving them onto a stone and shouting out loud,
“Has the world ever seen a carve so abstract?”
You… my friend,
Will be standing in that crowd of mute spectators,
About to raise your hand to claim that,
“This is the relic to my crippling agony!”
But…
Those words will never leave your lips;
Your teeth will bite your tongue before it sins to let them out!
Why?
Because…
When you take your pain and pour it onto those words;
When those words escape your mouth and reach some ears;
Then… your pain comes to life;
It becomes your “Forever”!
