It is haywire within my mind.
The deafening silence of my mouth
Contrasts what churns in my mind.
As soon as the hands of time reach the middle,
There emerges a full-blown war,
A strife in my mind.
It is a persisting dispute, a recurring fight.
Voices of doubt whisper at me,
Haunting me with the future I must bear.
On the path I am currently traversing,
Did the footsteps look like mine
Or someone else’s?
Cigars and darts, detonators and liquors,
So much for staying up all night.
There, a light begins to follow me.
Fearing another strife will commence,
Shielding me from the future, untold
Of the depths of sorrow I hold.
At last, the bomb is defused.
No longer am I hearing the ringing sound.
Ammunition and debris scattered everywhere,
A faint sound fades into the night.
The sound turns mute,
And so does my silent soliloquy.
Like a warm cradle, an arm around me,
The light is following me,
So much it becomes one with mine.
No longer is it a foreign being.
It is mine.
Despite the darkness that engulfed me,
The light casts away the burdens,
Demolishing the excess weight I bear.
All tempest grow weaker.
I feel all my bones revitalize.
My muffles turn into loud confessions.
I am no longer alone. F
