Certain Nights | A Visual Poem

Certain nights are loud,
As the screaming of silence
Becomes increasingly unbearable.
Watching the colours of the day
Bleed through the haunting,
Yet comforting black night
Time and reality cease to exist,
Tempting every inch of my soul
To do the same.
To fade, to cease, to end.

As I ache to end, I wonder
If I ever truly existed
Beyond my uncanny obsession
For love and the loved ones
Beyond loosely woven threads
Of fickle values and opinions
Beyond the need to please,
The desire to be loved.

If I ever was or will be anything
More than the strict thorny fences
Of my limited capabilities
And selective freedom.
More than a transient memory
Waiting to be washed away
With the waves of time

I simply cannot end
I cannot cease to exist
For existence demands presence
It demands one to be,
in spite of the world.
But me,
I never am, was or will be.
- Poorna

[swapnilsaxena]

The illustration of the ideas is done really well!