Tragedy

Tragedy

A Poem by Perdition

She amended me

My destruction

Clawing from the sleep of seduction and relief 

Bestowing chaos 

Reflection through my cages

Standing in plasticity

A neon's revelation 

A staggering phosphorus


Offering up her patina 

Independence over dust

The horizon starred and jagged 

Inoculation from its cup

 

She took the world as her stirrup

The reins dared

A sea among lanterns 

The adaptation over night

Floating 

With one blade toward the sight of posterity

 

There she stabbed at the cracks where I needed them most 

And in her glass of wine

No longer my innocence held red

Only the waste with her withered body

In definitive might

Instantaneously formed 


The daylight

A name carved out of darkness 

The storm 

An illustrious squall 

Held in a shadowbox 

Monstrous and far from the sun


So glib was our salvation

So liquid was her source

A Tesla alcohol

Disassembled round the floor

Spiraling

Again….

And again we were prisoners of limit and dull minds

Twenty as of one

Three, six, 

Independent variables to a universe of nines

 

But morning came as prophet

Naked and benign

And in that country the

Trees imagined me a peculiar leaf

A fire built from some hour-less dawn

 

Antlered in precatory ohm

 

She asked such a simple thing

And my eternity began

 

Nothing remained

Nothing replaced

Be the eye of Horus

Or the faithful to the faith

© 2017 Perdition


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Such a passion in your Soul.It pours upon the page as fluid as the sea, silky...Smooth.
And the depths of when love becomes a realization
A reality
Perfection my fellow 👌

Posted 7 Years Ago


Perdition

7 Years Ago

So ya liked it?..lol. It takes time but eventually i think I stumble over everything worth the ink a.. read more
Priscilla Sayers

7 Years Ago

Oh today my friend has become another step towards my demise
She sounds suspiciously like an Aries or Capricorn...fiery...manipulative. Great or deadly...that is the question one should wonder before the fall hopelessly ...forever

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Perdition

7 Years Ago

Didn't we already ? Once more around the starving flies then, shall we :)
Priscilla Sayers

7 Years Ago

Thank you
Yes well I am glad you see some positivity in this piece
Very grateful for y.. read more
Priscilla Sayers

7 Years Ago

Lol
Out of it I thought I was checking my own
No wonder I did not understand

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Added on April 25, 2017
Last Updated on September 20, 2017

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A Poem by Perdition