This one is for the depressed souls, those who spend their nights in sorrow and absolute stupor of their situation. The psychological wave is used first to conform and accept the situation and then to show an alternate beauty of the nature, which keeps our side through thick and through thin.
If there’s a difficulty in understanding the poem straight away, read odd lines and get the vision of nature, while if you’ll read the even ones- you’ll get the condition of the person in depression.
Sandwich’d layers top down skies…
One’s fed up with their hissing lies…
Ascend the staircase to stargaze…
Burn one’s eyes on that face…
Boiling, mighty Earth’s insides…
Fuming are one’s darkened eyes…
Brush’d the breeze through the green…
Burnt down- memories one’s seen…
Deadly pitch plack crouching fear…
Doomly thoughts one does wear…
Pounc’d & snapp’d lope’s pain…
Lies one crampled ball of vain…
Smooth melodious crackling bark…
Clenched lies one’s hair stark dark…
Fat burstin’ cheeks, holed in rodent…
One’s cheek- crimson pressed in dent…
Sweet smelling joyous dancing grass…
Veined out, one fails to cry out brass…
Sniff’d the air that sworn predator…
Beating, tearing up- this darn obliterator…
Swift & cautious pawed by lost soul…
Cramped, stiff, yet sobbing whole…
Hoot missed that disappearing tail…
Still, lies one doubting one’s tale…
Turn’d the Earth, stifled beauty- Utopia…
Thoughts railed with chaotic Dystopia…
Calm’d are the starnights, calm’d the moonsight…
Calm’d now lies one mindless, child of the light…
"Reality" by Zeguy Lestrange 