Blinded...

 

 

Lost,

deep and so alone,

within the recesses of my mind.

 

An arid desert sandstorm,

miniscule particles,

 swirling unto a whole.

 

Blasting away the vestiges,

nightmares among the smoke,

the blood runs thick.

 

How I long,

 for insomnia,

my old friend.

 

The dark pit looms,

I shall close my eyes,

refuse to see.

 

Visages and vignettes,

too gruesome to believe,

no one can survive.

 

Blinded by the sand,

I can not go on,

transformation begins.

 

I reach for salvation,

among the pain,

I shall emerge victorious.