In the Fog

The worst of me is a vacuum, a bell jar

crimsoned carcophanies clamor from the cracks

Each space between, there are memoirs of us

memories muted by years of swallowing back remorse

with the occasional shot of whisky. 

Reality blurs the day your footsteps faded

each echo bleaching my bones in white noise

with Poe's pensive pen I bled sheets of isolation

upon a sarcophagus of mad cursive, crows fled

These words, my dear, are an apology letter

For being your seven year cadaver

For hiding behind the sweltered storm of your eye

a waking thunder, blue and temporal

and entirely capable of tearing me apart.

I remember it still,

lips dewy with mourning, blooming goodbyes

your breathe cut right through me

As leaves bleached and yellowed by too many seasonal storms

of waking

crumbled and fell from handfuls of sky

This-

is my goodbye. 

Those ghosts of Dahli's frozen time live in the constant rhyme

of rewind, they playback the horror of defeat

the tender kisses, fine as a butterfly wing

Those ghosts of goodbye call from the fog we got lost in.

December willow trees, brittle and bare saw it all

So i'm sorry my fountain of dreams was too shallow,

for you to drop your wishes in.

But I still think of you

now and then

When the wind cries a thousand hail mary's

Those days I bathe in the past,

our sin. 

Reviews

[613]

Favorite line: "crimsoned carcophanies clamor from the cracks"

This poem was very well written. I enjoyed the flow & the tone. Amazing work.

- Brittney

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[Perdition]

So you've been back then. Well of course you have but you know this means war! You just can't waltz in here "entirely capable" and "bleached" without me pouring a hearty glass and spiting back my wasted soul onto another page. Always intense to be winged by your strained and painful influence. No way does it work otherwise…this is just too good and you too necessary but shhhh, do you hear that? It's the pen and we deep at the junction of our own devices again. Feels like "handfuls of sky". Gotta admit…It's a tiny bit humbling to be reading your poetry once more. Thanks~

[Kristallo]

And thank you, my muse

[Perdition]

As always..A pleasure…MWUAH!