A Harlequin UnmaskedA Poem by Brad BrambleMy darkest poemThe ever-rising moon Forces its way through the gauntlet of the night sky Steady and controlled Beautiful, like only I wish I could be The blackened forest Encapsilates me in its web of unending torment Relentless and sick Yet forlorn in its apathy, like only I wish I could be Chaos abound I, set upon the path of purest blackness A harlequin unmasked Only to reveal the reflection of the twisting, turning tempest within A thousand needles Like teeth protruding from a precipice of ruptured flesh A once gentle soul Torn from a cage of splintered ribs, leaving but turmoil in its wake This, the truth Captive of the bearer of a long forgotten smile Reveals the twisted faces Of onlookers, too frightened to see what lies beneath the surface And I, the foolish jester Subject of the shadows, a pawn in their darkest court Dancing in the eye of the storm The prisoner of a million spectral razors, Who cleave flesh from bone This… what I will always be © 2013 Brad BrambleFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on December 29, 2010 Last Updated on March 8, 2013 Tags: Poetry, Poem, Dark Poetry AuthorBrad BrambleChestertown, MDAboutI love meeting new people, so if you'd like to contact me, even just to chat, you can easily find me at "www.facebook.com/brad.bramble.3". Alternatively, you can email me at "[email protected]". more..Writing
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