A Burgeoning Hollow

It was massive like a black hole - vast and void

Take a look at those dazed eyes
In connection to its immobilized ears
Headed towards the ensconced nose
And ultimately down to this reticent mouth
These senses formed an enervated feeling in my interior

Day by day this ennui is progressive
It's actively contagious like an ailment
I can feel how it inaudibly devours my flesh
It was dark and circular in shape, my mind mused
It's starting to become a quotidian

Despite of my feeble and my exiguous case
My burning curiosity told me, This is miraculous to ponder
How can a delicate exterior handle this kind of perplexion? 
Carrying a such colossal weight in her soul
But not having the ability to obliterate the noxious heft

Allowing the malady to disseminate
Ignoring the infliction and acquiescing the laceration
They take puissance of your internal chunks
Satisfied with the feeling of not eradicating them off
Is this valiance or frailty?

The Speculated Ride

I knew it in my core that this is it, I guess this is really is it.


I was enjoying the road trip,
Complacent of everything,
I got used to the divergent views


The city was almost filled to its capacity,
The mankind and their stories, The traffic lights and the massive buildings
and the other ones who're riding their vehicle as I do


The rural was my favorite jaunt,
It was rich in trees, a picturesque landscape
full of tranquility - there was nothing to be perplexed about
nevertheless I found a sweet sorcery in the emptiness of it


then I thought "how do the others revel in their ride?"


Inhaling the wind across my face I pause and told myself "know your stance"
we took a stop over at a gasoline station,
I suddenly found myself laying my finger at the gearshift
I do not know why but it give me chills
I Went out of the door to shrug the feeling of as I stand by the parking space

The chills did not went away, I closed my eyes
I whispered to myself , No this isn't a signal!
But my subconscious answered,
Yes, it is not a signal because it is about to betide in a minute now

My anticipated fright is finally happening
I do not know if this came to existence
because of the power of luring the pessimist thoughts
or simply because the world made it this way

I did not heard the vehicle door shut,
I did not saw how was the key placed into the ignition
but I am sure that my subconscious felt how the engine inchoate,
The way the latter touched the steering wheel, inflicted my interior in each turn
til I finally discerned everything in an exiguous manner
that the conveyance is factually shifting away from this parking space.

Deep down internally, I felt completely renounced but nevertheless I know that I was proud of that maneuver
because I found the latter's courage to ultimately shift away from this grotesque area to opt the right boulevard

And there I have it, I have reached my own cul de sac
standing by the parking space of the gasoline station waiting to be fetched again.

Wait, I just construed, How silly of me to puzzle out such thoughts! 
The position that I am dwelling in, is nothing but a mere shard of my own world.

The commemoration of my former sanctuary

Here I recall the vinyl shield who saves me and fortifies me whenever the world attempts to accord me with their sharp ammunition

I used to have a sentinel though it was a mere mannequin; I reminisce, that I was still very complacent from the mankind prior to this 

Grim reaper, could you please convey these missive to my former aide?  I have something important to whisper.

The juncture was cruel, they attempted to maul me with their endless weapons to bury my sanity down to the abyss

I swear the apparatus that ached me the most was the pistol because it was adjacent to my physique

I felt the rimfire profoundly, How the trigger was pulled, when did the primer raged to life and I even heard the bullet flew away from its cartridge straight to my core

Do not fret - though I am utterly sure that you are not giving one even a single smear. 

Do not remind me - I know I am culpable for this; for tarnishing  and immersing you with demolition. 

We have reached our cul-de-sac I know, It’s just I forgot to thank the  redemption of yesterday - The way you eradicate the bullets and how you suture my lacerations thereafter.

As I cite this commemoration to you, I am left vulnerably sitting on the ground - injured and unaided

If only I have build my escutcheon impeccably and my ramparts seriously  these won’t take place.

I apologize for the disruption, may you repose in serenity