Again

Light filters through the open mental mildew 

Blisters forming on the backs of my thought

Together we walk cautiously

Hands as minds 

Calloused from the dull seeping aches

Then she announces her aversion like some terrible disease

And in time I accept it

Lightly aware of the life in me dying

All reasons are absent from these words she spoke so easily

l could feel the slap

A numb stab

A love returned without dues

Silence in screams around me

And from the pleasant rush of new blood

Came the laughter of brushes and sweeps

But there is nothing here anymore

Nothing here to remind me of the source

Nothing 

Steady illumination and the lifeless moaning functions

Briefly I dance mining my sheltered sound

Something to guide me over the sway

But Once there

I am cut by the evilness of emotion

Tears, of course, hidden against the clarity

And though I know

I must seem a coward

I hate this want in a millions small faces 

I hate that I am not forever invisible

Forever some lilting fly you could ignore

All words anonymous

All words 'cept the scenery of desperation  

Filled is not a morning’s thought

Life dawdles as it scratches the scruff of madness

The sadness I once owned is now a painting of time

A shell inside a shell

Emptied are the hands that fed me

Laughter

The prayer that pushed me onto a desperate knee

But now I am fury

A smiling resurrection

How you give the last is

As if you see the end

Is as if you hold it in permanence

My future life chewing in aftertaste

My memories drinking their holocaust wound

My simple life honeyed in ecstasy

The truth and softness is we all linger too far on the jaw

Until senseless habits become our bedside

A missing tooth and love softly

Draining from the cross

Reviews

[Sher A. Lynn]

Wow. Simply put. Wow. You have such a way of tracing every flaw and grace of emotion. You paint with words, so very vivid in this piece.

[Perdition]

Damn it Sher! I thought we agreed you would give up the heroin for good ?!!!..lol..jk. Thanks..as always~

[Sher A. Lynn]

I lied. Muahahaha.
Let me know what you think of my new bits :D

[Dina K.]

I love your poem, it's so deep that it paints a vivid picture of agony and heartache, using some brilliant and clever metaphors. There's no doubt that you're extremely talented, Well done!

[Perdition]

Wait…you thought those were metaphors?? Thank you, in the language three.

[FREE_BIRD]

nice reading and i like the way you right exactly about the ending...missed the person whom we love most.

[Perdition]

I seem to be a fresh target for endings these days. They taste of caramel and some pungent bitter root. Thanks Free Bird..now I must be traveling on now..lol.