It rises within like a wave

Again

A surge, a storm, a coruscating pyre

Pitiless and unmerciful

This agony shows no relent

Freezing stanchions bury far

And paralyse

Every segment of perception broken apart

Unmade, rent, dismembered

A remorseless tide brings naught but havoc

To wage war on any semblance of the real self

And this void-cold pulse grips

Clutching hard - crushing, suffocating

Eyes widen in growing horror

Skin pale, drenched, sickened

Sodden parchment encasеs shivering remnants

That thrash in a turbulent maеlstrom of defective matter

Shuddering and bewildered

Assailed by every sense rendered in coal-black poison

Ripped slowly apart, piece by piece

Unmade - unrecognisable

Pitiful is the degraded residue that remains

Lurching in a forlorn and sorrowful half-life

The wave is unending

A remorselessness without succour

On your knees, weeping for release

Face pressed against the hot ash of the earth

Crushed and spent

Forgotten and lost

Reduced to naught

But cinders adrift on winds forged

From the breath of the dying