Saturday, 1 December 2018

The Glare of Nowhere




Taunts and sneers
Glaring defiance
Just a hint
of
The abyss
of 
Creative stagnation
Seeds 
Planted
With the
Hope
That 
Fear's inferno
Will 
Be stirred
To a wildfire
The longer
I'm 
Confronted

Screaming starkness
 A Deafening 
Blizzard
Projecting
Desolation 
and
Soul shattered
Isolation

Defeat 
No further
Than
A breath away
Though
Offered
In
The form
of 
A shroud
of
Instantaneous 
Relief

Alluring
If not 
For the 
Insidious
Reverberating 
Laughter
Of 
a
Self satisfied
Foe 
Convinced
Will 
Succumb
and 
Submit
To 
The 
Blank
Screen

R. O'Neill (December 01, 2018)

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