Black Sun Rise

The Sun goes down but also rises,
illuminates my lows from highest
peaks. Burns through my self disguises;
memories unearthed, reprisals.

Masks with which I face the world,
false self narratives unfurled,
this swine shines in the face of pearls,
broken by the stones I’ve hurled.

Fractal fragments, my reflection,
self image of imperfection,
subjected to my cruel dissections,
sequestered soul, starved of connection.

Tried running from my mind’s eye’s sight,
blind from penetrating light,
straightjacketed, my feet bound tight,
restrict my moves to mental flight,

An inner fight i cannot win,
the devil on my shoulder grins,
his grip takes hold of everything,
from world outside, kingdom within.

Slowly tears it all apart,
all my works, and all my art,
all the things I try to start,
breaks me down turns cold my heart.

Puts doubt in place of my convictions,
trust replaced by pure suspicion,
once generous, now inhibitions,
and addictions kill ambition.

To try and live again, my mission,
a moments peace, an intermission,
my thoughts I try to recondition,
put this cancer in remission.

To leave the past behind I try,
and as I start to feel I might,
the Sun falls down from out the sky,
and all is swallowed up by Night.