I hope im not breaking any rules by posting prose here.
After a long and blissful night,
full of adventures never lived
and stories never told.
In that slumber all my dreams were realized,
as i stood tall above all my hardships,
on my tower of white stones and bricks that shined so bright
that their luminescence called lost souls towards them,
offering safety and comfort, what they never had before.
I've finally became what i believed i was supposed to be,
I've triumphed against all my enemies, against all odds
And yet as if a poisoned blade pierced trough my flesh,
a thought pierced trough my heart,
crumpled all that i had built with my blood and sweat.
I found myself falling amongst bricks and stones,
racing to the ground, as if i was eager to meet my end.
I opened my eyes only to find myself small as I were before,
bricks had turned into pillows and stones into blankets,
even trough i layed motionless in the comfort of my bed,
the fall did not end there
even though the ground seemed near
it escaped me, transforming into nothingness
so vast and cold and yet so familliar
it's touch i could remember,it embraced me
as a long lost son would be embraced by his father.
i had returned to where i always was,
to the place i called home.
Ive emerged from beneath the ruins,
And sat upon them trying to call to mind
the feeling that i felt on top of my towers,
The pride ive felt, the fulfilement of all
i believed i wanted, and then
remembering how they all fell with me,
and yet loss of them wasnt source of my agony.
That blade,that poison remained with me,
coursing trough my veins, feeding upon me,
suffocating me as my heart pressed against my lungs.
And yet the feeling was dear to me,
compared to it brightness of my towers looked pale
it made my achievements and desires pour from within
into sweet nothingness that envelped everything i once held dear.
it had conquered me, nursed me,that poison seemed sweeter than milk and honey,
because that poison, that feeling, that thought was of you.