Illusions In Gaia

My vision is gone, it left me when I discovered color

My back flares with heat to melt the Sun

My skin flakes off in small clumps of regret

I'm so tired.

I still see the end of the road, where the fork meets the west

I heard there's a bird who will sing you a song if offered bed for one night long

I never met it, but I have a map and a vision

Once a man lost his trash heap and I claimed a treasure

A wizardly fellow with all the accoutrement

I was beat for asking for it

I still know where it lays, broken amongst a heap of my treasures

She gave them to the dead when I walked away

With a letter from her asking me to stay

My will has faltered, knee jerk slap to the face

Sail down along a coast with a one time ace

In a ship of gold, lost to an ancient race

Where dead sailors greet with flush skin

Gripping tightly to an unknown lie

Cursed to never recall where they send the souls of the indecipherable

Maelstrom, twisted sickening lurch

Past burns scar me everywhere forcing me to look at pain in a new way

With an ignorance of self, entreated to a serene hollow

Guarded by anger, blissfully aware

Rage starves where hunger craves

Safe here, stolen away with a crow filled night

Reviews

[Ruth]

Wow! This is excellent!
I love the title too lol
Awesome metaphors here! xx