From the Depths
From The Depths
voice of massacre emptiness
only the wind holding against my back otherwise I should tumble
in burning embers
with him a matron enmeshed dusk
with out him I am poignant destitution
banished to brave forces threatening to decapitate
seeking a niche from what is dissected from the grave
alienated any close relationships upon which had embarked novice
without cultivation and careful attention any blossom weeds kills off dead
any possible encounters
promising engagements fall from the blade
life turned inward to revolve around him while he was free to roam
ambling about the earth as he pleased
scathed by malevolent restraints of harsh criticism and sadistic sarcasm
eventually queenly pillars bend down low weeping
constant reincarnation of failures no gladiator withstands pressures against the
sword
as water in an endless drip soon decays and devours… Amen
i used to be a phenomenon of visual dreams…
prayers that can soon be vocal from lips of gratitude
if heart is acquired…
i can be that way again
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