This horror called Trail to Recognition

My perception fades
And in the darkness †
A sound †
Like the cry of the withering †
With careful place of soul to heap †
I carry my heart †  
To what I fear may break it †
I envision.... †
come hallowed grounds †  
And the bodies that lie there †
in mass and lump †
fresh from hangman's noose †
Their penalty's might have been mine †
if I had had the nerve to reach them †
in my haze †
And a mighty aspiration called indifference †  
My gaze had I diverted skillfully †
With enough success that i did not even recognise their cause †
I pray with soulless conjuring †  
For their redemption †  
And for my own †
Unwilling to own this duality †
For self and pardoning †
And only just.. †.. †
I stitch a blindfold †
Of crushed red velvet †  
And monogrammed on it a J †
In the prettiest blue †
The color of the sky †  
Nowhere to be seen †
in all this midnight and black †
But I have loved this track †
it has covered me discreetly †  
Like a clandestine lover †  
I have run to meet it †
now this cry through the fog †
My awareness shocked to submission †
And my own body I have not touched †
in such a long... †
long time †
tremors.... †
My knuckles streaked †  
In reds through white and terrors grip †
My God relieve me †
And my soul what have I done? †  
The cry... †
It is an echo †
It is my own and I feel it so deeply †
Like the scarecrow †
And the post he sits †
I feel I might slide right off of myself
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
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