Wavering Thought Forms — A Poem

A doubtful synopsis
of wavering conclusions,
cynical motifs and vengeance stricken action lie void, deep within my chest.

A blinding solace that captivates
my menacing thoughts, perpetual and sublime.

Entranced in the dense, protruding malice that forms around my aura.

I am empty, yet full of nothingness.
A black void, burning and true.

A consciousness that forms inside
the trimmed ridges of an ever-lasting, yet temporary thought form.

Artwork by Norman Catherine

For context… I often like to cut art pieces out of art collection magazines and stick them up on my wall above my piano as I find that they evoke certain emotions in me which I find greatly inspiring… sometimes I write poem about these pieces and this is one of them :)