We call it gloom by Jacqueline Valencia (23/11/2012)
I am a possessed thought
Intruder in a bright mind, dazzled in the morning;
calling glory. I am doing my part
over the night stars, image to feeling:
A happy soul, just does not dwell here .
The planets in this body are not habitable, ever .
I have searched for fiery truths in your youth,
emptied them of meaning, smooth skins, sweetness,
celestial tombs made of dirt and air:
grasping, disabling, disconnecting
all your programs. Orbit to orbit.
An obsession is taken for granted.
You might not even exist.
Surfing in your hurt, dear,
I am unbalanced, calling for your attention ,
descending darkness over your splendid lights
(you tend to them so well)
insecurity is a virus-like frenemy
and in your soul I shine where the gears wind.
You have no qualms to finish me. Fight the good fight.
But somehow we’re still here.
Previously published over at wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/9202492-we-call-it-gloom