Poem: Dark Lobe

 Dark Lobe

The bed folds under the moon's soft gaze,

a cavern where the shadow plays.

neurons spark in whispered flight,

rewriting webs beneath the night.

memories twist in silken threads,

a secret woven, never sheds.

no start, no end, just endless spins,

where thoughts and silence softly fins.

thoughts fracture, fold, and twist anew,

echoes showed what is true.

a dance of sparks beneath my skin, 

the mind's dark maze where dreams begin,

plastic walls, reshape and bend,

no clear start, no certain end.

fear's a whisper, hopes a knife, 

rewiring both the pain and life.

between the sheets, the world dissolves,

Identity edge slowly revolves.

a thriller spun inside my head,

where waking sleeps and dreams are led.

no end, no start just folding space,

a quite pulse, a vanished trace.

between the folds, the whisper lies,

a breath suspended in black skies.

By:

Wirda Siddique