Blissful Chambers

Individual chasms

buried in a place I place them

give me sustenance

and vanquish the morbid bellow.

Shall I invest in

time, that beckons me move

forward persisting

or wallow in such blissful chambers?

My meaning innocent

my place is a calm that I call upon

in my moments of solace

where I set things upon a throne.

Such places are not

dark places that debilitate,

rather they are

treasures buried to resuscitate.

That drives me beyond

the capacity I have for my sins.

I loathe the sight of myself

so I bury the remedy under my skin.

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