Two Posts In One DAY?!
I had some time actually today! I should be working on a speech but-
I'd rather relax and catch my nerves before they're shredded.
I wrote this little Divine Comedy inspired thing a while ago~
I cannot sleep in this darkness.
I do not fear, I am not thinking, but
Sleep is evasive; it will not come to my wicked self.
The rising of the sun has begun,
And I, in a confused haste, realize
This is not the same sun that I woke to just yesterday.
I could not tell you what made me think it,
For the look and shine were quite similar,
But, somehow, lacked the irradiant warmth that gives life.
Yes, this place lacks life, in every way.
Dry, bare trees and only dirt beneath me,
With none of the normal morning sounds in greeting.
No bird could ever sing here,
No morning breeze cools the air here,
No dew, no clouds, no water, no sustenance of any kind.
Feeling alone, in a newfound panic,
Air no longer quite enough to breathe,
I feel as if I am in a riddle, one that I can not solve.
I feel myself finally drooping,
My exhaustion catching up with me,
Prospect of sleep so intoxicating; I’d fancy nothing more.
It seems awfully unwise, though,
To fall into the ever tempting slumber,
In this place where no life could have ever awoken in.
Here a tall woman does appear,
Carrying nothing but, perhaps, her thoughts.
A cotton dress, dragging, bare feet sometimes showing.
Closer she comes, faster too,
Alarmed at my presence, undoubtedly.
The dress doesn’t flutter; there is not enough air to force it.
Even as my vision blurs,
Her face becomes clearer, and
I was mistaken, she is not a woman, instead a young lady.
Pulling me, she turns around,
In the direction from whence she came;
All the while never speaking; her chest never heaving.
As we are running forward,
Shelter appears in my haze of vision.
Still, nothing moves in the air, no dust is kicked up.
I would think it was a dream,
But only now am I falling asleep.
I am shoved into haven, followed by a slammed door
She is shouting and shaking me;
I try in vain to stay awake for this voice.
I am sucked into warm sand, but I do not enter dreams.
I despair to find, something
That I hoped desperately not to be true.
It is a nightmare to some, an inconsequential truth to others.
Even so, it is little known, that
The River Styx dried up years ago.