The Middle of Darkest

Even so, time is still alive. Resting on it, who is alive?

It was a nightmare that
Dragged me down to the cold pit:
The body disintegrated
The serene soul gets infirmity;

 
She sudden induced herself
Set in the midst of
Memory gob and body disintegrated;
She forfeited the incoherent thoughts.

 
Even so, time is still alive.
Resting on it, who is alive?
Is it time, the silent zone of the darkest corner?
The suffocating breath starts expanding
First Published: Aug. 2, 2020, 8:13 a.m.