A NARRATIVE FOR THE DISCONSOLATE

My pace faltered and I fell,
I stumbled and plummeted,
To what turned out to be,
A colossal ignominy.

It was an obtuse oversight,
To let you preside over my thoughts,
To let your fancies hover above mine,
And accept your self-regarding ways.

I noshed your already magnified ego,
An opulent experience you savored,
While my own self-image wasted away,
Under your uncaring scrutiny.

As I proffered my farewell,
I am unfettering myself,
From this disillusionment,
Fortified by my indignation.

As I watch your tears fall,
I recall my pursuit for gratification.
It was brought to a standstill when you came along,
It will ensue now that you’re gone.

OF DEEP THOUGHTS AND VALIUM-INDUCED SLUMBER

I dream in black and white.
Envying those who sink in rose-hued oblivion,
With eyes wide shut.
I seem to chase some fathomless core,
In awe of those,
Who learned how to come to a standstill.
Where others dream exultant dreams,
My subliminal thoughts,
Remain nightmares subjugated by faceless phantoms.
Others close their eyes in peaceful slumber,
I feign repose,
With perturbed deliberation.
I journey to a forbidden nadir,
Warding monsters,
The way a tormented soul would.
I dream in black and white,
Forcing a magnitude of colors,
In my subconscious wakefulness.