Reflection Evoke

Reflection Evoke

A Poem by Sanctuary Dementia

Ground is shaking; air has lost control

Waves are breaking over mountains cowl

Hiding darkness in shifting violence turned charcoal

Monsters sleeping now awakening as wolves howl

One step forward and three steps back; eyes are watching

What do they see when they look at her?

Judging everything, cant look at themselves; knees are buckling

No words spoken, how can they crucify with such error?

Laughing taunts they refuse to see a figure breathing misery

Loneliness in silence, bees sting in measured words

Cold bitter winds of their hatred; self definition possessed beastly

Running away to hide in kingdoms, mocking eyes stalk wounded leopard

Fight to free self from endless struggle in life, how far should I go?

Refusal to be monstrous in disguise, free me from the way they behave

Should of skin I honor with wounds, or upon my heart this curse bestow?

Fighting my way through, cant take any more, congressman of paper did waive

No need for people so cruel, just warmth and respect, is that a problem?

Im afraid I cant explain my eccentric desire to destroy myself in fire

Needing a world free from feeling, the beginning of winter in autumn

The monsters fight together to turn my eyes; whispers do conspire

Running away from the world to be free of them, life so cold and empty

Pressure against lips, the sleeping wakeful nightmare shattered in his eyes

No need to keep running, time to make a stand, jingle in the dance of gypsy

The flames burn deeper towards our goals, our needs; we have the supplies.

© 2011 Sanctuary Dementia


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Added on April 14, 2011
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Sanctuary Dementia
Sanctuary Dementia

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Misery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..

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