BetterA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)A short poem I wrote today. I'm recovering from depression, and it got me thinking.Hydras of spiderwebs and tails of fingernails are embedded in my skull They tell a story of Charlotte’s lobotomy A virus through my irises Enveloping dust devils rebellion settling petals of a malevolent wildflower on my mind Rewinding dynasties of times where I deciphered rhymes like a goldmine A black dragon of magnitude spite like an earthquake of white painted hatred Like a single blade of lightning undeciphered Casting a great shade on the canopy of hope And a red madness on the tattered canvas like ectoplasmic caverns gathering In the eclipse misty in the oblivion of liberation On the surface of cursed earth, where man walks, the devil lurks Beneath it all Is there such a thing as hope when despair is waiting on the hot breath in front of you In all its suffering? When it is the only thing left behind, is there anywhere to run? In its wake is there any way to sleep it all away, and when you come to Will you bloom into a flower of flesh and bone like icicles sculpting hallelujahs Out of your fragile feathers, clumsy mumbling, and crimson petals? Will you relish it, and relinquish control over what’s been stolen? Embalmed in your psalms Holocaust A wretched effigy of that despair on death’s doorstep Will those doors at least welcome you?
When those locked jaws swallow you whole, will you finally know hope? Will that solitude be better? © 2019 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..Writing |