Creeping as a climber in a sad victory of mourning............
Pass away until you are consumed by all that makes you burn Appearing connected to a fate that whispers no Does your breath ever return to catch in your throat Like the ocean floor, with nowhere else to go
Strangely we serve that which we speak from our tongues On the knees of madness that shine in moonlight Touched by loneliness that is born from the struggle To stand up and dance or to swiftly take flight
Beneath what is recognized as the finest of our gentle senses Lies the difference between desire that is spoken And the waking knowledge of that which you ache for Charging forward to unearth all of your emotion
Jealousy in time can sink her fangs deep into our bodies Leaving us uprooted and deeply overwhelmed Creeping as a climber in a sad victory of mourning Celebrating her victim in an oh so deadly realm
Pass away until you are consumed by all that makes you burn Enter in with no stain of overwhelming jealousy Do not be touched by the loneliness of a sad victory Up from the knees of madness, run to me
'Jealousy in time can sink her fangs deep into our bodies' how true in its beauty these words hold no greater meaning than that which so many overlook, in turn making them so much more powerful, how many of us deny the jealousy turning our blood into ice, i like your words and appreciate the currents of movement that pull your pieces together
Beautifully written. Civilized on the surface, we are all just barely in control of the deeper, more ancient, primordial soul which dwells within us all. Just beneath the thin veneer of flesh beats the savage heart which can so easily dominate us when awakened by love, lust, anger or jealousy and of these, jealousy is by far stronger as it is a dervish dance of the other three.
Strong emotion in your writing, for sure jealousy taints a human's view of life, it can destroy anything, everything, in its path - and you say that in your poem in a very powerful way.
So very true these words: ' Jealousy in time can sink her fangs deep into our bodies ~ Leaving us uprooted and deeply overwhelmed ~ Creeping as a climber in a sad victory of mourning ~ Celebrating her victim in an oh so deadly realm '
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