Ataraxis in Self-Annihilation

by ataraxia   Oct 13, 2009


It is the state in which the world blurs,
the mind becoming a melting puddle of liquid,
and the body becomes a sluggish form of activity.

In which the thoughts become a flow, the ebbing
ripple of a calm stream, the words within becoming
a soft whisper that echoes calmly and soothingly.

Everything is okay.

Where obscure memories play, rewind and replay,
uncertain whether it is from the past or a false reality.
This time, the silence is not deafening, where vision
fades to black, and the heart at long last
ceases the trouble of beating.

There is peace, this time.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    It is the state in which the world blurs,
    the mind becoming a melting puddle of liquid,

    ^^ loved the metaphors here ... well penned...

    Where obscure memories play, rewind and replay,
    uncertain whether it is from the past or a false reality.
    This time, the silence is not deafening, where vision

    loved these stanza... so beautifully penned and expressed... we never know it is false reality or not until its over... such touching lines...

    There is peace, this time.

    ^^loved the ending... it gives a soothing feeling as well as it is sad...

    wonderful write...

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