Standing below
looking up
as I fell
down
down
down
Into the well
an inverted spire
under dire
pretense
inspired covenant
in permanent impermanence
a flash of light
in dusky hues
a chamber of solace
imbued with melancholic
silence
I could live here forever
and never feel out-of-place
in this space of languid stupor
a selfish haven
for my selfless tribulation
misty morning angels
whispering lullabies
the stain of goodbye
inking me in the shadow
of the ‘it’s going to be alright‘
lie
I sigh and call for the rope
to begin the ascent
out of the hole
I again wholly
let myself fall in
crescendos echo
in the soft waters
of my sorrow
image courtesy of fromupnorth.com
Beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Aakriti 🙏❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
❤️❤️❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
💚
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙏❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wonderful poem about uncertainty!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you 🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
“misty morning angels
whispering lullabies”
I think I want to be a misty morning angel whispering lullabies, dispelling darkness and the raw cold from the bone
LikeLiked by 1 person
I can dig that, thank you Christine
LikeLike