Muted ChaosA Poem by Wynter IgnatiusA lot in my head needed to start paying rent...My
inexorable crawl, From
my abyssal black, Digging
in ascent my nails…
Falling, Breaking, Settling
in, Healing, Standing
again…
All
over again, Again
and again, Without
end in sight…
The
muted chaos above, Freedom
masked smile, Hiding
hideous turmoil, Finding
the skies not just blue, But
swirled with grey and black, Crimson
highlights of a sunset, Smelling
deeply of ash, Salt
and sanguine fluids…
To
see the adored around me, Dancing
the precipice of fate, Partnered
with the vortex’s edge, The
rains of burning ice, Winds
palpitating about, Piercing
chill stinging true, Turns
to deathly swelter repeatedly…
Straining
my eyes of mine dart, To
see those closest to my own pit…
Coal
ablaze under weight of three suns, Uncooled
by a proper moon…
The
ram battling maternal patronage, Head
to head biting at own leash…
Broken
and near dead beauty, Still
cracking wise despite the pain…
Used
and confused charmer, Not
knowing to run or jump back in…
Ashen
woman of sorrowed loss, Abashed
about which fence to cross over…
I
stand watching, Waiting
to help any or all, Yet
trepidation waxes and wanes, For
care is the ultimate blade, A
double-edged sword welcomed, To
prick and slice without regard, Yet
I reach out for it…
Stung, Sliced, Bleeding, Wound
upon wound, I
reach out again…
My
risk of falling in, To
the pits of others revered, Because
I am but me alone, Denial
unable to change resolution, Darkness
striving to be, The
better man hidden below…
With
an empty reprieve, Shrouded
in adoration, Yet
I help over and over again, Scars
layered with scars, Wounds
unhealed cut open again, Deeper
and deeper, Sometimes
to the very bone…
Without
weeping much, Without
asking for a return, Risking
sanity and internal strife, To
see another smile once more, I
reach out into the muted chaos, Distance
between a welcomed issue, For
it is not about me in any case, My
time to shine yet in history coming to pass. © 2014 Wynter Ignatius |
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Added on April 29, 2014 Last Updated on May 8, 2014 AuthorWynter IgnatiusLa Crosse, WIAboutWynter is a chaotic mess that has a particular knack for the written word and getting into people's heads. Trespassing aside, he currently works two jobs, is father to two wonderful kids, and has mult.. more..Writing
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