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My Father Weeps
My Father Weeps darkness comes undone, the gallows rest, a poignant peace breathes, an eulogy for the beast, my lashes crumple, eyes impede the harrowing sight, let the veils stay, no bloods to weep, no children to fight. flowers don't wilt, the seasons of mighty cold, lay in sorrow my son, the night has come undone, screams, and cries, some songs best wept, lifeless shadow crawls, amidst hopes unkept. lie, for they will see, fly, for they will flee, the light that unfurls the key, triumphs that need no attendee, son, oh son, breathe the n…
If I Lose
Vitolda Klein@Unsplash.com So much is to be done, and I lie lifeless here. Gasping, withholding my obligation to give up. There's a gaping bullet hole on my chest, and warm blood is gushing out. My life is melting away like wax from a candle. Bathing in blood, with a pinch of breath, in-between the snaps of my finger, but lost, voyaging places far-far from here. I am hopeless, yet I am hopeful. The world lives on, after me and after mine. I was blessed with opportunities that crossed me but cursed with the choices that robbed me. To the …
Not An Autobiography
A friend asked me once, WHAT WOULD BE THE TITLE OF THE BOOK WRITTEN ON YOU? I was caught off-guard; the question hit hard in places I was most sensitive. Glued to the question, helplessly hovering over the immediate answer and trying to justify the answer. The choices of a wisely stupid child scrolled and began piercing and left me utterly mute. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- School had just whistled the last bell. It started raining. Long had it been since I was alone with the rain, sky, and pudd…
Odium
Photo by Luis Galvez on Unsplash A pinch of smile, goes a long way, lifts me up and above, makes me sway, But all you had, all you could give, was nothing but a smile, and for that -YOU- I can't forgive Words with dedication failed to fly at all, in hopes to reconquer, ones I left in the past, a journey began, to get your now, back I ran , desperate and broken , nothing I knew , you, your bitter ends , your reasons for askew , I couldn't ask you, Digging trails of yesterday, hoping to find , me and the me in you , the sole reas…
Shadow
Image credit:mobin-jahantark-b20bGQ8SP7g-unsplash Look behind you are losing your shadow. You limp ahead and feel only denied. My love, ahead is not a place to go. For you to move forward you needn't follow. Let their pervy eyes sink; don't let them guide. Look behind you are losing your shadow. We met at dusk when the light was at low. The ongoing search for a place to hide. My love, that way is not a place to go. Your eyes of today sees friends and thinks foe. It has always been your right to decide. Look behind you are losing …
Narcissus
John William Waterhouse - Echo and Narcissus - Google Art Project.jpg Deriding and displaying her love with the herd-keeper, I saw the moon jeering at my obligations-the mockery of satisfied and the mockery of ones who can pursue, clings and disgusts as they disgust my being. I shall have driven across every rugged mountain ridges if memories from within I could efface and shattered hope I didn't have to recollect and break again. If there were a way to hold my dear, dear to me and share our heartbeats, I would have done all that's …
Reaper
R e a p e r https://www.pexels.com/@ryanniel-masucol-1503495 Of crumbling masquerade, I caught a piece, Falling indefinite, Aiming abyss. Hoping to unriddle, I fixed the hole. Only to break apart, The mask as a whole. I shut my eyes- unsee their disdain. chiseled another disguise, and masked them again. on queasy me witnessing your iridescent glitters, you knelt, whispered, "Nothing mattered at all."
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