Ace's Wild

I am full now but emptiness ensues

The dyer's dream of ever after folds within the painful ticking.

Buried longing strums the heart.

There is no rapture in this innocence.

No peace of mind within the holes of unmasked perils.

For the cheating heart is an artist who paints the most beautiful scenes of surrealistic burdens

The cascading depths that I can only plunge when I finally succumb to his madness.

But in the silhouettes of my once forgotten dreams there is a light

Far too dim for others to see but I can feel it's burning. 

It calls to me, tries to pull me out of the wretchedness I crave.

But this Hell bent heart consoles the mind which abides through all of the trickery

And deeper now I can only sink, enduring this pleasant misery.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Poignant, deep and expressions honestly written...very strong poetry.