Motions of the Night

I am in state where I cannot dignify my actions.

I howl through the night, as the dawn fortifies the entity of my despair.

It was mid december and the grey sky covers the stars.

It rains, my pains frost,

They are blown by the wind that alters the shape of my attitude.

I leave a monologue that trails the history of my unwanted thoughts.

My emotions are insoluble,

They remain suspended within that which is its creator

Such are a dust that blind, dipped in my enemies lust.

Come morning sun, quickly...Is time my favour?

Consumed by self-substantial flame, a herald of my fears.

Digging through the earth, to bury the content of such suppression.

Every tear traces a counterfeit of my facial expression,

Which is conjugate to my quintessence.

Reviews

[Le parisien]

loved it ! deep and well described by the high lexic you used :)
i've enjoyed it particularly since i've felt this (to be honest in different periods, the first stanza quite often, the second more rarely) so i know exactly what you're talking about !!
Good piece, good job =D

[R.G. Bennet]

The strength of your emotions in this is unmistakeable. I love the imagery you lend to them to draw out the essence of your feelings.

[Buniheart]

These words, filled with emotion,
leaves me almost,
breathless with fear.
I feel the pain of the "I"
This is such a masterpiece!
Good Job! :)