I left the inhibitions behind,
surfing on the restless mind,
far from temperance, I escape
to an unsettled dreamscape,
where the trembling trellis of reality
blends with the form and duality
of grotesque fantasy and terror.
In Hypnos’ cave, where Error
joins in lavish feast with Desire
on servings of hope and despair,
and once the gluttons satiate,
they are inept to differentiate
between misery and mirth,
how much each is worth.
They fawn over pain,
and repulsed by thoughts sane.
But the heavy drops of fugue ease
the heartache and gloom cease.
But no faint sunlight do I see,
nor the slithering chains set me free,
for bound I am to Fate
and I walk to her with steps sedate.
Dawn hides from this ceaseless night,
dimmed are the stars that were alight.
No map or compass to guide
yet, robbed of sight, I must stride,
as one more night I mark
through a chain of endless dark.
So, drink I must few drops of trance,
if I can or have a chance,
to trundle through this haunting shade
towards the place where I must fade.

#sadness #melancholy #poem #death


© Abhijit Chatterjee