In The Pale Lamplight

[Athos]

In The Pale Lamplight

In the pale lamplight, I gaze into the depths of madness.
Alone, I wander without purpose.
I can see the others. I reach out to touch them,
Longing for connection, but they are like shadows
Dancing on the edges of my perception.
Ethereal. Vaporous.
Forms without substance.

In the pale lamplight, I remember a time when I touched life.
I held it close and caressed it lovingly.
I miss how I felt then: Forceful, Invincible.
A dark voice whispers in my mind.
Always there. Always whispering.
It draws me away from all the good things.

In the pale lamplight, I stare blankly at the empty page.
I am surrounded by a hundred-thousand ideas.
They sparkle like fireflies in the darkness.
The will to create: Both beautiful and fleeting. Both intoxicating and fickle.
It manifests and then fades to nothing in the span of an eye blink.
I am left at the mercy of turbulent memories.

In the pale lamplight, I feel neither fear nor happiness.
Only the eternal gray of apathy.
I remember what is was to love and hate,
The horror of pain and the blessed release of ecstasy.
I want more than anything to experience them again,
But I am so tired.
As time goes on, I come to suspect that it no longer matters.
I just wish I could feel something.

[SeraphimE]

Beautiful. :)

Um, I'm new... So, if this doesn't belong here, ignore or delete it. But, um, just thought I'd throw my comment out there so you know your writing is appreciated. :)

[Athos]

Thank you so much for your kind words, SeraphimE, they made my day...hell they made my whole week. Welcome to Elliqiuy and I hope you find it every bit as wonderful a place as I do. :)