ibtesamahmed644‘Lovecraftian Standoff”
– Stars humming softly, a truth stalks nearby
Fold all other drives, let the wisp enter hereby
– The gloom in your eyes, each gentle demise
Let all demons pause, release all the wise
– In tatters and scatters, drop codes and decorum
Yearning prevails, it’s the soul or the forum
– Dive into words, grapple with the ether
With strokes and confessions, draw either and neither
– A new set of eyes, no glory, no prize
Humble is the night, for giants of each size
– With the moon as champion, let solitude govern
No flames, no emissions, just you in sojourn
– When the inner is speaking, breathe, listen, and ponder
You bottle the both; the master and blunder
– Surrender and conjure, behold what’s within
The softer the war, the deeper the win
– Leave your heart at the door, with coats of facade
Let it hurt, seal the glow, no need for en garde
– Lift the veil, lock your gaze with the self and reflection
The beings may be real, but the future is fiction
By Ibtesam Ahmed