Steps to the void

My consolation survives for everything changes...
The scars of the past cry out for experience,
a vast breakthrough  to the knowledge of solitude
just like a balm beneath a frozen, dark sky.

I ache for conquer and violence while my senses elope
inside a fantasy, not far away from reality.
Here and there, high and low, awake and fainting,
that is the rocky path to redemption.

Numb and insensitive, like a brick in a home
which calls "rennovation", i just lie there,
uncovered and naked in search for infinity.
And the feeling is anxiety for today, not tomorrow...

As i still recognise my reflection as me!
                                           Irene Asimenou