With a cherished heart I gift the muse
Can I find
My peace of mind
Laying with the dead
If I try
Appease the soul
Listening in the whispers
Drinking words
As they fall upon a stage
In slivers of silver
And colours of the sun
Dreams blend mischievously
Into one
I listened
I wept
I drowned in the solitude
Cut my skin to pieces again
I drink the rust
Let it slip
Encrusted in fragments of tone
Cuts deep
Scaring my skin
Let it bleed
Let me bleed free
My sin stains the earth
Covered in butterflies
I breathe again
8 comments:
I loved it very much...so expressive, so vivid, so descriptive.
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In slivers of silver and colours of the sun...
I could wish my words would be as beautiful.
You have worked the cutting image into the lines very well, and linked it to the emotional content.
Sober or not, your words cut through the pages...good work ~
"Drinking words"
"Scaring my skin"
Too much contrition Thank God, that it ends with Breath after stating with a Desire for Death!
I read this earlier and felt compelled to return and read it again. Fortunately, i can comment in a different form. I am impressed by manner in which you make great pain and angst accessible without being overwhelming to the reader. Not easily done.
great mix of the hard and soft...the cutting...the blood and the butterflies....some hard feeling in this...the laying with the dead to hear their whispers was a strong visual as well...
wow..the butterfly image touched me..bleeding free...breathing again..tight imagery adrian
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