Symptomatic Preoccupations

 

 

Those words struck my heart,

A deep primal fear emerging from that

hidden chamber, the chains rattling

As my spirit shuddered, crying out in anguish

And I saw the faces of those

around me, the ones I loved, the ones that

I couldn't understand

Pain racked my breast, the realizations

thundering deep into my core

The utter horror of my own

delusion, my own obsessions and lies

those eager suggestions, images, locked

in my mind

Some one told me that We

are all drenched in

Sin

Impervious to the Truth

The goodness

Maybe we have infected

this world

with our own small intentions

Those thoughtless mistakes, inconveniences

Was I always your inconvenience?

Was I the dirt under your nails?

The way he bled

 Prophetic dreams of thorns and needles

Light and Mercy

 

What will we find at the end of our dusty trail,

An open sea, a little boat, so we might sail?

 

The sky is always bluer on the other side

Reviews

[smalltownsympathies]

I hate read requests. Unless someone personally asks me ahead of time, I feel as though it's a bit...rude. But it's ok because I like you :)
Anyways, this is quite lyrical, but starts to be so towards the end. I am a fan of your work and find it very interesting to read, it has a strong voice leading it, but I feel as though it needs a tad bit of editing. Keep working, you've got fantastic talent :)

[Robin]

fear, pain, salvation, hope , you write of life in the hues of reality

[tynamite]

Yes it is interesting. It's a bit hard for me to review but I like it.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

amazingly inverted grace seeping through stunning imagery~

[sarah]

interesting!