History Of A Pandemonium Poem by Rayan Ali

When the soul is resilient yet seems
To be broken in a thousand pieces,
When the heart beats firmly yet the chambers
Are breaking with every beat in anguish,
When the eyes catch every glimpse of light
But are actually drenched in gloom of thousand hallucinations,
When thoughts are born in the void chambers of Possibility
But are themselves unstable, confused and disordered,
When imaginations dwell among the finest of Arts
But are nothing but mere dark visions of Death,
When ideas light up every second in the gloom of their prison
Although seem to be born out of restlessness for the on-lookers,
When the dreams are those of peace and tranquility
But in the light of Reality are nothing but unattainable goals,
When every decision made reflects a solution
Yet is possessed by uncertainty and regret,
When the faith seems firm and unreachable by Doubt
But all that the belief lies in is mere delusional,
When every perspective seems easy to conceive
Yet is camouflaged under false notions,
When every memory is born again in the hope of Remembrance
But never really existed to be too alive to be stored,
When every feeling is consistent in its own accord
Yet truthfully isn’t even a bit of mortal,
When everything said seems a token of Sympathy
But is just an auditory hallucination of those that never were,
When the picture depicts every part as a whole
And breaks at the mere touch of Wholesomeness,
When steps are perceived to be taken forward in the Past
But are seemingly the ones taken backward into the Future,
When Love seems to dwell in the heart in its full bloom
But is just a fragment of a heart, broken long ago,
When every lost hint of existence is found
Yet never really was lost but dimmed by Confusion,
When the Demons are anxious for life and limb
But are actually the pure hearts turned unrealistic
By the Delusional Veil cast upon the eyes,
When the one to aid is the only one to understand
Yet is the facsimile of own self, counseling
And figuring out its own reflection with its doubts,
When every fear seems to be buried deep inside
But is planting roots to every other phobia,
When every hope is crushed,
When every past misery seems alive again,
When every path to righteousness seems littered,
When mere seconds seem like Eternity,
When every thought is haunted by necromantic delusions,
When every ability seems a curse by Fate,
When ones own shadow seems to be someone else’s past,
When hallucinating numbness possesses every bit of consciousness
And when one’s own life doesn’t seem its own
But a total stranger that wont go away
That is the time when Mentality gives way to Insanity.
When a Mind that once thought freely
Becomes the slave of its own negativities.