An Hour Ago

The spirit within, perforated

From the jargon of life...

Nearest; an hour ago, 

And some hours thence, 

But being sieved constantly.

Someone pirated conflicts of mind

I'm seeing my demons eye-to-eye.

Shivers down the spine; I breathe profusely.

The Darkness is very platonic

Drives to the dark sea; for drowning

Strangles 'heads' below waters...

The wicked 'tales' of devils.

A toss of a coin took my breath away...

Brought back to life, risen from ashes

Cognized the conical chalked forgery

And lived my mess again...

Some hours ago, and some hours thence,

What a mess I was, and I still am,

A lot more now perhaps...

Will I stir out, from my tangled mesh?

This time, maybe, from ashes

And bring out the euphoria -

The brightest of lights from my crevices!

And burn brighter for all my days...