Photo by The Cleveland Museum of Art  on Unsplash . 11:59pm... The ominous air fills the gaps in between my breathe while the once absent thoughts make their way back I can see them coming now… Standing firm on the platform's edge Every thought forming one after the other Linking onto each other in a fancy chain The hand strikes twelve Welcome aboard! I’m now on the midnight train This is an endless ride Through the ominous and curious pits of my mind Be careful here, you can

This poem was written in the year 2023, during a time of deep turmoil. It felt like I was stuck in a never ending spiral that just kept descending downwards. No matter how much I tried, it felt like my peace and sanity were slipping from me day by day. The days seemed gloomier and my taste for life became more bitter. This is my recollection of that time. Photo by The Cleveland Museum of Art on Unsplash . Hellhounds In the land of the unforgiving In the land of hostility Whe

The Temple of Flora We know nothing until we know everything. I have no object to defend for all is of equal value to me. I cannot lose...