Having been driven forward by an internal obsession,
While focused on constant intellectual progression;
An entity (psyche and flesh corporeally bound)
Found its way to intangible, metaphysical ground…
The being’s senses perceived ahead, a shining golden expanse;
And, wondered if the journey would lead it there perchance?
But –
Like a peaceful sleeping child whose dreams are interrupted
By malignant nightmares, vision was dizzied and obstructed.
The concept of lids, became subject, to ominous suppressive mass;
Which cast them down, like some dying, flickering flames.
The mind sight took a final glimpse of the land, shimmering
like brass;
Then, the spells of the darkness claimed hold of the reins.
From Utopia, into a hellish realm, the spirit was restricted;
To burning tribulations, and adverse impressions – constricted.
Sights of horrid phantasms, words of genuine deceit, stripped
mental flesh of lucidity.
Repeated assaults desolated, decimated, all creative
intellect;
Prior anguish, the wounds – scabs peeled, memories project
(Even the physical was pained, as peaceful mentality was
attacked endlessly, violently).
The psychological torment had not been ceased nor abated;
An individual in dissent, torture increased, as one was separated.
The brain was slowly being slain, by the flashbacks of all old
pain,
Experiencing mumbling seizures – needles delivering lethal
injections.
Water into a drain, the ruinous bane trickled through each
vein;
The entirety was consumed, by the poison of previous
projections.
By undeserved blessings, it fought complete conscious
consumption
(Like a piece of once living meat, escaping from a utensil),
And fled to the initial state – it awoke to the tangible`s resumption;
Only to find the fiendish cruelty was transcendental –
extensile…
…To the realm of matter. The aspect returned to the telluric,
And the senses were no longer able to detect the realm of
auric;
As well as, unable to identify the authentic from the fictitious
(Yet, if the actions are identic, both remain equally
vicious).
For the afflicted entity, life felt troublesome and nebulous;
And even the alert moments could be, potentially perilous.
Still, there was unexpected joy, despite hateful speeches
and painful spectacles;
Fortitude was summoned from the deepest reaches to address
all obstacles –
Because every so often, when the one mind is the only
influence outright,
The senses can still perceive a glimmer of Utopia and that glorious
brilliant light.
Composed By: A. D.
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