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THE RORULENT WOOD

'Forced into the dream
The staircase aethereal
Gravitational lense
Repelled
From the center I reach for'

Deceptive trace
A trial to face
The fragile place
Inside the pocket
You cannot stop it
Not if you want it

I see the lone handprint
Gravity streaks
A new fixation every hour
To seal the leak

To wait
The nature of loss

Fierce winds cry
Over the grave I linger
Pools inside
This well of sadness
Empty night, submission
To the oppression
Of the sun

Hymn for no listener
Woods of mourning scrape the sky
My health a cistern
As I, undaunted, bleeding dry

After this Summer rain
My name is dead
It is I who remains
Rorulent

And you hear laughter darken the room

In pale company, a trial failed
Pressed upon the mirror
Pulled to the floor
The blade falls

I juxtapose the door
My soul that is closed to invitation
Clear, a helix 'neath my feet
Rising up from my vexation

A spoken name
To pass the blame

'I steel myself against the pressure
Of the waterline, inhaling like a void
To become one with what empties it
This damned lake where I have died

I cannot escape
Not from joy or hate

I long for what purgatory offers
As the world I have rid myself of
Never quite moved on'

Dark dreamer, I am there
The tangible paradox
Poison of my embrace
Stealing what I couldn't save

A farewell...

Written by UbiquitousVoid

Published 14th Jun 2017

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Re. THE RORULENT WOOD

PoetsRevenge

15th Jun 2017 1:28am

This is nicely written, it has a quality of being between life and death, almost a testament to it, as if one has crossed over and come back, or is recounting it under hypnosis.....