[Suzerain of Sheol]

This may be the worst poem I've written in quite some time. X__X

Miasmagoria

I find once more these hostage hours
as the breath of days held in
bringing to birth a fugue
of dislocated thoughts
myself abstained
shot through with penumbrae
in a rage of shameful particles
precipitate to dawn
exposed in oblivion like all the other souls
in this mortal convent
this alive antiquity of forlorn minds
companion to infinity
distressed by absolutes
and the indifference of the rain
patterned to weep at the intrinsic
yet shielded from my self-destruction
by a vehemence of impossible compassion
as I mourn the unknowable
in this scattered meditation
as I shiver untouchable
in distant deprivation
as I remain unbreakable
for now....