With The Owl

Creepy, cold, Love in the midnight's screamless devotion for someone never really existed

 

 

I put in my earplugs and strapped on my eye cover, creating a private capsule of sensory deprivation. Inept of the world, I led myself forgetting you as I retire completely. The profoundest emotion that swelled my earnestness of my love for you evaporated, it became legend chanting my soulless dream.

 

            The owl will spread its wings unenvied of the mysteries I laid upon my blanket, alone through the night. Desperate for sleep, the defiant dreamer as I am still lounging my dream hearing the eerie nuisance of the night. The soft timber of the walls creaking, seeping the cold gushed by the storm winds. The eerily quiet mourn, it suggests. I cried.

 

            Losing you as the owl’s flight had taken part of me, from you. Underneath the wings of time you were flown beyond obscurities and never had taken my sleeves to the paradise you now owned. With the owl that stalked my evening desire for a goodnight sleep.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Like the idea of the silence and darkness and the notion of 'as i retire completly'...in fact once I read those words I was gone. The notion of retiring completely if one I quite often entertain...retire from all of THEM out there...all 6 billion of them...totally. And I can relate to the notion of loving a phantom...as the phantom will never disappoint, as all human lovers do. Maybe a good night's sleep is the ultimate venus. So I enjoyed this as it set me thinking.

[Dalebear]

This is a dreamful poem

[Dante Balsote]

Drrreeeaaaammmmyyyyy...

[Sabbath_Nikole]

I really liked this. You've got some great descriptions here. Very creepy. Great write.