a black swan of loneliness

In the fog

of stifled understanding ,

holding on by a frayed thread

to all these useless dreams 

of living alone ...



waiting in the wings

 
for the turn of the tide ;

keeping one foot

in different worlds

while traveling

somewhere else

in my mind

crossing many rivers

trying to reach out 

and grasp another

perpetually eroding 

shoreline ...



though I weary be ,

sometimes silence

is the sound

of loneliness ;

sometimes loneliness

has no sound at all

in the pensive hush

of lowliness ,

a benumbing ache

reverberates

the ruptured stillness ..,

the hovering dark clouds

masking 

a black swan of loneliness



a silent throbbing

echoes like thunder ,

immerging unto

the unplanned

solitary throes ,

with the sleight of hand

a gravitational collapse



an enslaving

desolate hollowness

plunging into

a nebulous black whole

bathing in the rays 

of darkness ...


where the stars

hide by daylight

shrouding a forgotten sole

immersed in

an ocean of emptiness



harlon rivers © December 5th , 2014



“I was never really insane except upon
    occasions when my heart was touched.”

    ― Edgar Allan Poe

note: 
          " all these useless dreams of living alone,
             like a dogless bone "

attribution :
             a lyric from Damien Rice's song
                  Colour me in
             " my favourite faded fantasy "




additional postscript:

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The black swan theory or theory of black swan events is a metaphor that describes an event that comes as a surprise, has a major effect, and is often inappropriately rationalized after the fact with the benefit of hindsight...