The Plunge

When the plunge into the unfavourable air grips me with chaos

Time feels inimical and fleeting shadows mock for this foolishness

Night has trouble lifting itself from the from the dense dreams

In a wintry night, the clothes are dead cold; it embraces with icy fierceness

Even my bones feel shaken from the harsh plunge I have taken

It was not a pledge, but a firm push by the unknown hands

Time swerves unexpectedly and trounces my consciousness 

Inimical perfumes linger around these unknown pastures of reality

Overpowering the senses, coercing them to be more willing 

At dizzying heights, I feel the short-lived nightmare jolts the being


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