hidden agony

[dawness]

to cry and spit at the faces of rotting mice
that rented the corners of your
stuffy room

wail and curse the sun,
it turned its head from the
shoulders of your bed.
why fight that which cannot be denied
by the doorways of your mind?
there lurk the extreme unction of
smouldering rage
infantile beggings
and prayers of belonging

lose the shallow halls of pride
if only to seek the solace
fireflies rebirthing
then be undead.

[DavidMc]

Great first line.. I love this piece Dawness. lovely original choice of language with much depth.

Thanks for sharing.

[anirbas]

agonizingly beautiful...got more?

[dawness]

thanks for the lovely feedback, sabs and david. did i write this? LOL... way too dark but i was probably in between wakefulness and sleep. ok, more later.
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[anirbas]

you sleepwrite, too??
i've had did i write this?? moments, as well...
perhaps, it's an occupational hazard of writing?
t-he...blessed be...and yes, more later...Nir