“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
The elongated nights and their shapeless arrival
tiptoeing of these broken dreams
along the shattered corners of my heart
my goblin shaped nightmares
hiding around the corners
and monsters in the corridors wailing and calling my name
the nights stretch itself and cover every iota of my existence
the thin membrane of it
covering my soul
reminds me of the darkness in the womb
/but that felt safe wasn’t it/
sometimes the solitude
brings its own tranquility
and you get duped by the darkness
those broken dreams picks
at the black of my obsidian eye
where the dreams are falling down in the abyss
sitting at the edge of the darkness
where my own hands feel foreign to me.
Photo by Dmytro Tolokonov on Unsplash
–Megha
you know pain well … glad you are healing 🙂
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Thanks so much Kate for stopping by.
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always welcome Megha, am spending less time on WP
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You have such beautiful nature around you to submerge in
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and a nice warm welcoming community 🙂
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Happy for you
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Deep….loved each and every line Megha ❤️i
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Thanks so much Radhika.This is a personal fav of mine too.Something which came out of nowhere.
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The way I look at it, at least when you are dreaming good or bad, it proves you are actually sleeping. Sorry for such emotional pain
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Thanks for your kind words.
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