The Man and the Wretched

The Man and the Wretched

A Chapter by YouoweYoupay
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Rust and rain reeked in rivalry.

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I hold a breath

A thousand strings

And the seventh death

Carve cowardly wings

And a flare that brings

A wind and a prayer

 

I enfold silver scissors

Crescent hairs of auburn

Fall about trembling edges

Of her lips -they burn-

From a kiss of a citrus flower

That would not be quenched

Under a drizzle or a shower

 

The smoke I inhale

Only curls over

The crest of my lungs

And a grin of prevail

Is shunned by

His slithering sighs

 

I tend to turn my head

To every waltzing haze

Crumbs of a puzzle map

Their dance has no grace

But somehow I still look

Dishonesty etched on my face

I proffer a hand to be shook

 

Sheer and Allowed

To wander like the free

Atop rotting mounds of

Repressed cries from the sea

 

After the Maker,

Bows the Man

"Let there be beauty

Only for me"

But only a hiss from the valley

Of his decayed brother

Was the answer to his plea

"It adorns the chest of another"

 

"Then let there be a light"

Said the man,

And let there be bloodshed."

His voice made rivers churn

And his last call beckoned the wretched

That pleasantly bowed...in return.

 

Man sutured leather

Upon torn flesh

And he wore a hat

To speak he learned

And dance athwart flat

Glass and bright-colored ferns

 

Stories were hummed

And murmured to a child

They were to be Hymens

Sung as curses in the wild

 

The grin on a nightfall's face

Had been etched in sour vengeance

 

A note that breaks in a parody

A thousand strings that follow

Crawling and crackling from a melody

And starved ivory horses of sorrow

comply in In circles,

hesitant but not ending

 

Rust and Dust and Rain

reeked in rivalry Yet

phantoms of dark and light chains

Brushed my eyes In a truce

With no sound

I was never fond of

The Merry-Go-Round.

 

 



© 2012 YouoweYoupay


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Great poem. Love the words you use, they add a great affect to the whole piece and makes it very dark.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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it was thoughtful just not sure what thoughts i have,, keep up the writes

Posted 13 Years Ago


its awesome!!!!!!!!!

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