It is in the wind. The taste of madness…the touch of insanity. Chaos will conquer peace, and peace will dissolve like dust riding the breeze. A forfeited life. Surrender to none yet conquered by all. The contradiction of the stumble before the fall.
A maze of intricate webs shadowing the eerie darkness. As an errant youth swallowing the destiny of rage.
Run. I think to escape the haunting I know will come, but I cannot. Aye and I muddled my way through the storm in search of the calm.
I cannot breathe. The forces of nature capture me. I fought the balance. A lifetime ago it seemed. Conjuring mercy in a nightmarish dream. Childhood. A tumble down the hill. The greenest of grass shielding a skinned knee.
Fare thee well my dreams; an instance of reality. Soften the moon, harken the sea.
If I slept, waking on the morrow would change nothing. My senses rob me of the peace to come. A nobody. A shadow fading in a sea of nothingness.
© Cynthia Clark