I don't know WHERE this came from, but it's 11:30 at night, and my mind is running wild.
Oh thy torment, burning in me
Release, unleash
That roiling sea
Of guilt and grief
Potent and free
Forlorn, conformed
This pointless disease.
Destroy the inner clestial being
And rip out the corossion
Then cause it to bleed.
The abnormal feeling
I can't seem to shake
Writhing in silent insanity
Forcing, releasing
Its covenant sin
Feel all the pain, it starts to begin
To rip out the pieces
Red lettered, grim.
Grasp the finite angel inside
Tear off her wings
Then force her to fly
Celestial desire
Raging like fire
Cold as a blizzard
This isolated ward.
Forcing emotion
Conformity lost
That raging ocean
Of forgotten cost
Break away from the failure
And bleed out the sin
No feelings are conjured
So I cannot win.
Celestial angel
Fly over me
And grant me the wish
To make myself free.
Brandom, this imaginative poem really impressed me, the passionate, intriquate flow, the well place crafty wording, the delving introspective, subjugated meaning, the metaphorical concept, this is written at height and expresses what defines celestial emotional turmoil, loved this piece, speaks straight to the heart,
if i quoted one line i would have to quote them all, you really take the reader on a mind journey,
this writing speaks desire, willing intention, passion from the soul, thanks for sharing such talent.
Writer (unpublished) for 20 years on and off. I write fantasy and science fiction. I used to write a lot of poetry but I've moved away from that kind of writing. Hope you enjoy what you read! more..