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Splintered Within, Since You
Weren’t we here
cold and sharp
such paths are lone-
but madness is bare.
I could speak for,
our moments of grief
and wonder-
is this sadness?
Where do.
the cuts end
all over my flesh?
I pray that He will tell me.
And yet these storms,
maelstroms of pain
consume me-
so confuse me.
How can I go on
with these years taking tolls
and lost within my-
own crooked frame?
These cycled feelings
that breed repetition
as I am filled with
sad sedition.
Once I am burnt upon-
this pyre of shame
will be the only joyful release
to gain.
With this final breath
I could try to make you
see the rest,
but these are fruitless fears.
And all the glass
that grinds,
under my skin
is warmth upon my sin.
There is no end
In sight
no comfort to feel,
I am lost within this madness.
Alas!!
Once I ignite
atop this effigy of souls
there is one thought left to give:
the white fields are here.
Published 10th Aug 2023
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22nd Aug 2023 6:50pm
Wow, this is so intense. One gets the feeling the Narrator is at his wit's end, drained by life, love and loneliness. Strong, powerful words coupled with vivid imagery. I loved it.
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