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AND HIRAETH FOR DEATH'S DOMINION
The cold
Comes
Blanketing the absence with
Thick coat of despair
At night
Blood
Burning in the absence that
Bereavement cut inside
Under aberrant skies and cobblestone pillars
Boatman’s passage though arc-lit waters
Road of the broken, with deep reflection
Pariah, by the moon, walking tethered under
An ash is carried like wisps of smoke
Silver glittering against the grey
A scene of eminence that lost its glow
Clout by this token for yesterday
Stolen shriek of the night choir
A quandary for passive tongues
Dusted parchment that’s been neglected
And a quill pen that’s never been used
It’s because home is where the heart is
That there is nowhere that I belong
There is laughter in the darkness
Like children waiting to be seen
I’m not in need, but need to know
Am I not what I should have been?
I am tired
Another day in the ghost of tomorrow
Biding time for sleep
Eternally
No evidence to compare traditions
Gripping fast to the threads
I spill no more, an empty cup
Move me from this tapestry
Fading now
Sediment stabs my feet
Closer now
Bonds like a noose
I’m not amused
Behind me I have been walking about
Unremembered, but there’s always doubt
Threatened, paranoia crystal clear
Still too dim to make you appear
There’s a need to fulfill a shattered whole
In my compartment of marketed souls
Feeding on trust bequeathed for me
Here’s my necropolis of soliloquies
Touch me
And wither and corrode
Watch me
Turn shadow to abode
Fear me
Deep splinters in the bone
Kill me
Let nothing interfere
Hold me
In the shroud of the meek
Crush me
‘Til I can no longer breathe
Take me
To the death that I seek
Burn me
Dump me by the creek
Published 21st Sep 2016
| Edited 16th Oct 2016
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