Dismal, Poetry by Sonya Devyatkin

Genres: Dark, morbid, bleak, discontent

by Sonya Devyatkin

Never have we seen a day as dismal as today,
shuddering rain of contempt,
on ours paths of concrete and subversion,
we soak in the mists of our mentors; delusionary stories,
traced with anthrax & disdain.
Traditions and séances
help us achieve Nirvana.
A day so bleak
we’re bound to break,
Fall into eternal slumber of empty vanities,
of translucent fabricated fictions & dreams of empathy.
To return,
back to our graves of the subconscious,
we loathe disturbance,
give power to the grief & days ivory dull like today.
Illuminated sky; a galaxy of wonders and melting ice,
Furies of fervor and fire,
in the midst of the dark.
Now we wish to return
,to slumber,
where Home surrounds
and noise is unheard of,
where visions are foreseeable
and we mistake the future for the past.

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