Agony

Head trammelled by
anarchic motion of thoughts.
Feeling out of breath.
Groaning.
Entangled wires of petrifying emotions
igniting and burning the insides.
Ears clogged by
bombinating and malicious whispers.
Dense tear drop accumulated at
the corner of the eye,
thumping the head, straining to fall,
antipathetic to letting go.
Fists clenched,
grappling all the exasperation,
intended at thwacking someone, something.
Tensed muscles denying to rest.
Crammed rooms inside the head
denying deliverance.
Soul not acknowledging the encephalon,
encephalon not acknowledging the soul.
Pity, pity.
Madness reflected in the unnavigable eyes.
Hysteria and pandemonium
working painfully upon the
already overwrought nerves.
Disgusting, loathsome!
Need redemption. Need redemption.

Need redemption.

Haggard eyes
navigate the sepia receptacle on the table.

Need Redemption.

Five today, or maybe ten.
Sixty would do.

Need Redemption.

Hurrying for the pitcher filled with water.
Getting hold of the receptacle,
gulping down whatever’s inside.

This will help sleep.
Need sleep.
Need to never wake up.
Need Redemption.
My Sweet and safe bed.
Calling me.
Time to sleep.
Never wake up.

The sepia bottle
stands with pride on the table.
The dingy room sleeps in silence.

Silence.

Penned by alittlesparrow

19-05-21