Chaos begets BeautyMy life is hard...!
At night I strangle my pillow,
in the sheer despair.
The tears flow onto my bed sheets,
trickling like midnight dew.
The next day, as I rise from my hazy sleep,
I stand there by the window, I simply weep.
Through the unclear vision,
from sore eyes that had no peace,
I notice the sheets are covered,
in blotches of tears and colored ink.
I feel asleep hugging my pillow tight,
Yet my slumber only lasted half the night.
I kept thinking, when did I do this?
But the only item reminiscent of the past eve,
was the colorful sheet drenched in my tears.
I look for a place to sit,
my mind I bend and twist,
then I find a fumbled up piece of paper,
under the pillow and the sheets.
And the night reveals itself as if a vision.
Before I cried I wrote him a letter,
before the letter, there was his voice in my head,
and yet before that there was some other kind of misery,
which eventually led to this painting on the sheet.
Chaos, you see, the imperfections,
of my life all crinkly and unclean,
The misery brought on by sad emotions,
shook my being into the seen.
They sparked a set of motions,
and moved my energy to flee,
my veins pumped in fierce emotion,
bringing to me lively glow.
I wrote to fill the empty, the dark and the unknown,
I wrote to the deficient, I wrote because it was all wrong.
© Auterkeia Nihil
Poetry by Autie
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Written on 2007-03-25 at 05:35
Tags Creativity  Misery  Chaos
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