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[Surviving the pain]

All of This (None of This is Real)

Slightly uncertain, a great change takes hold,

How long, where from, when all of this is told?

Nothing's left to straddle empty wishes,

It's not a choice, when pain strikes and swishes,

Destroying all in it's wake, spirit crushed,

Optimism haloed - fades - winter-hushed,

Cumulo-induced stuper-stealing-action,

Wincing sights witness sore-eyed contraction,

In numb-roll of thunderous shock and shoal -

Unable to drown sorrows or save my Soul.

The dampener of Heaven opening a door,

To hell I say unwanted gift's done for;

Steering wheel impervious and un-changed,

Running away with a landscape estranged,

Cherished of yore, re-acquainted for now,

Ideologies lusted through Ash bough,

Softly-spoken Winter light so pronounced,

Unforgettably unable to renounce;

Decadian reunification,

With a temporary liberation.

Then the Sun appears, eventide within,

Pleasure-seeker mindset Heaven begin,

Sensory fanaticism for real,

Culminating with a Spring-like zeal,

Scatter clouds their gloomy spell now broken,

Making-up for lost time calmly-spoken,

Inter-woven lands, imagery still stands,

Sanctuary of escapism withstands,

Four Season's a lifetime repeating years,

Dream the life that seeks to allay one's fears.

©Daniel Brooks-Laurent

8 February, 2014

Credit to the German (Sauerland), landscape in the photo, and to Stealing Axion's music for getting me through many a difficult day of spinal pain.

Description

[Surviving the pain]

All of This (None of This is Real)

Slightly uncertain, a great change takes hold,

How long, where from, when all of this is told?

Nothing's left to straddle empty wishes,

It's not a choice, when pain strikes and swishes,

Destroying all in it's wake, spirit crushed,

Optimism haloed - fades - winter-hushed,

Cumulo-induced stuper-stealing-action,

Wincing sights witness sore-eyed contraction,

In numb-roll of thunderous shock and shoal -

Unable to drown sorrows or save my Soul.

The dampener of Heaven opening a door,

To hell I say unwanted gift's done for;

Steering wheel impervious and un-changed,

Running away with a landscape estranged,

Cherished of yore, re-acquainted for now,

Ideologies lusted through Ash bough,

Softly-spoken Winter light so pronounced,

Unforgettably unable to renounce;

Decadian reunification,

With a temporary liberation.

Then the Sun appears, eventide within,

Pleasure-seeker mindset Heaven begin,

Sensory fanaticism for real,

Culminating with a Spring-like zeal,

Scatter clouds their gloomy spell now broken,

Making-up for lost time calmly-spoken,

Inter-woven lands, imagery still stands,

Sanctuary of escapism withstands,

Four Season's a lifetime repeating years,

Dream the life that seeks to allay one's fears.

©Daniel Brooks-Laurent

8 February, 2014

Credit to the German (Sauerland), landscape in the photo, and to Stealing Axion's music for getting me through many a difficult day of spinal pain.