Creating A Vacuum

 

Those few but brutal hours in early dawn, that evokes feelings of total dread and surrender

Hours lingering in between the dreamy world of truth and reality, between light and dark

Its here I get stuck, spinning as a speck of dust in turbulence, not knowing myself truly

Lying on my back breathing irregularly, twitching spasms in my muscle, drifting mind

Scenarios of the worst kind, eventualities of misinterpreted logic failing me on all levels

Its in this world I get stuck, twilight waking up the world outside, the misanthrope trapped inside

Stepping out and up, away from the void while waking fully, doubts shadowing me into the day

“Tense emptiness” she said, always understanding my needs, putting things right, in perspective

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