Holy Ghosts & Ghouls

Lachrymal fluid seals my face, a mask

shrouding my soul more wholly

than any holy ghost or ghoul. No more

may I intercede for my salvation, no more

shall I seek the Answer from within.

There is no god there. Closer inspection reveals

only obscurity; shadows darker than hate.

Bleak bastardry, poor substitute for incarnate

subsistence on the living word. My words flail

and pulsate with impotence. Silhouettes of soundless

spectres shine onward and upward into the exalted

emptiness of my spirit. Life long since departed,

shell-like skin a shield against barbarian conduct,

no cognisance accessible for fellow itinerants

orbiting in limbo. Whereto must I submit?

Capitulation cannot stay the seepage of my ducts;

my hindsight remains blurred, complementing

my capacity to cry tears of confusion, commensurate

to the dimensions of my death mask.

Reviews

[SilentVerses]

Beautiful words seep through your ink work, an artist playing and dappling in the colours that line emotions, your experiments create an imagery that is strengthened through broken powerful rhythm. Alliteration creates a vivid dance of intellect whilst a raw brutality sends forth a sharpened melody of classical flow. To a beating of drums despair flows a masterpiece.

[Ruth]

This is amazing work love...the searching for such things can only be found within ourselves, God? No no....struggle through the pain and there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel!
Great poem :)
xx

[lovely-livia]

the wording is beautiful! the emotions are so strong!

[stars are far]

nice.. great work

[Christie Moses]

This is brilliantly beautiful, full of such intense emotions, bleeding onto the page in ink stains. I felt every crash and tidal wave of poignancy like it was my own. Amazingly written.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Complete despair penned with masterful skill......