Do not turn back at half past midnight,
do not succumb to the horror and fright,
go all the way, follow this field of sight,
I can only describe,
it with these few adjectives but you’ll find,
justice is not served to something this divine,
what is realised is a shattering of these crimes,
the blind-side of getting by just fine,
the burn of getting to the earth’s core,
is melted away fast when we do reach the source,
there is no chance for you to sit on the floor,
wallowing in the fires that were brought forth,
nor is there time to climb the high horse,
to escape from the shores of a mind war-torn,
which stays firmly once it’s been born,
in the mythical pages of folklore,
till it is washed away in the pages of time,
scratching at the surface will not erase these fine-lines,
they draw patterns to ignite a beam of light,
a trail through the mist and murkiness of the dark night..
it will end soon,
but the only way out is through,
the dark night of the soul devoured us whole,
it was a brave step to follow,
at dawn we arose, with nothing but this poetry, this prose.
the world of a writer,
by the ethers and something untapped,
creativity inspired by all the mishaps..
and that is why we must embrace the shadow,
so that growth is finally allowed,
in uninhabited places, once undiscovered now found.