Of memories lost and never gained,
Trapped within her own disordered thoughts,
That reflects the agony of nothingness,
Of demons fought and always failed,
Shut behind a sinister voice of her mind,
That contains a vast chasm of vacuum.
When night cloaks the blood of devil
And nightmares brood for souls,
When chaos become the significant
And the insignificant part of all,
Loneliness is the only music
That lulls her back to sleep.

© Ada

2 thoughts on “Chaos

  1. As a general rule, I don’t read (or rather prefer reading) poems or melancholic writing. But there’s something deeper in your poems, that I find rather engaging. Keeping writing, Ada 🙂


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