StitchesA Poem by BlankCypherJust sorta voicing my recent feelings in an odd inner monologue type deal.
It seems the deepest of meanings lies,
tucked deep within the seams. Tucked away from the talons of the prying eyes, saved from even the most critical gaze. Pricked with intent, a small crack in an already wounded soul. Letting loose all that which never should have been. Thus I sewed it shut. For if these stitches were to come undone, To fall in front of everyone. Could you help him? Could you pull his skeletal frame from the brink of an abyss, one that exists deep within. Sutured to his very essence, this darkness. Is he still there or have you lost him? Under the shade of the tree, a ghost of a rope around your neck. His hands weighing heavily on your shoulders. Your legs begin to waver as uneasily as the nausea in the pit of your stomach. As you drop, you hear the bones of your neck crunch. Then you wake, tearstains left deeply indenting your pillow, How heavy is your burden? In the mirror you see a corpse of a man, one whom you don't recognise. Once I thought to loose these stitches, believing the wounds I nursed had healed. Only to find a maggot-eaten crevasse where my heart had been. If you do not wish to face the end, forget the things you have seen, and keep yourself tucked, deep within the seams.
© 2015 BlankCypherAuthor's Note
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorBlankCypherAthlone, IrelandAbout19 years old, musician and poet by trade, I don't really do much else/ I absolutely love music and writing, creativity is life. I have been writing poetry any time that I need to for roughly 5/6.. more..Writing
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