In Signs, In Patterns

Whatever is sought, can be found
Whatever is neglected, slips away
I dive into negation,
Eternal, a moment of pure comfort
Signs cover the mind, like spiteful snow
A false warmth arises,
Thoughts numb
I dive deeper
In totality of my vision,
Misery is manifold
The past is the unseen,
A forgotten wound on the prowl
Waiting to resurface and pounce
It’s easy to forget,
That it is vital as life
Drenched in the gloom of lost springs,
Bygone thrills and rhapsody,
This dreadful exile mars the souls with agony
The din of the world is lashing,
Maladies foul the ground beneath
Little things act as symbols,
Kindlings to the minds asleep
This mission shall unseal for me
All the wells of pity
Make the desert blossom
Bring me out of the bitterness of lonely exile
I will emerge from this brutal baptism!