понедельник, 1 июня 2020 г.

Choke


Over time, I let that seed of uncertainty bloom into a tree.
A tree which cannot be cut down for me.
A compulsion which befell every part of me. 
I had crawled back into the rabbit hole
I thought I'd never return to, but I am accustomed.

To avoid any leaves of self doubt amidst loved ones.
The dirt and earth collapsed and trickled down above me,
behind me, as I burrowed deeper and deeper.
The more I struggle, the more I die.

Inevitability of darkness. What once was a seed of doubt
are roots that shelter me and remind me where I belong --
In a hole.
I choke on the world. I choke on the world.
And I swallow its contents painfully, yet willingly


This is a long, entangled road through a cold autumn forest under the blackened skies, crying with small tears of rain. And I find an irresistible charm in these impenetrable twilight, concealing only sadness and unanswered questions, in these unhurried melancholic tunes that sound like a spell, like a prayer, like the silent conversations between the two irreconcilable parts of your soul...

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