soliloquy

The third eye opens
Drinks in the fuschia, the rainbow spectrum.
Where there was darkness and silence,
Dawn breaks.
Overwhelmed, the eye attempts to close
Shut out the light! Blockade the truth!
There is a struggle within, a mutiny.
The comfort of denial beckons
but the damage remains.
The eye now gapes at the widening chasm
Following the single winding path into the void.
In the subconscience a voice speaks out;
Seek solace in acceptance.
Indecision and resistance take to the battlefield.
The skirmish seems indefinite
And time passes.
The euphoria of paradise is still strong.
The colours still bright, the sensations still sweet
This universe is suspended to prolong these fleeting moments
Until the battle is won.