Save me your protocol

Time dosen't move or etch the way to healing

Time dosen't exist

Its a name, a label

A pitiful human attempt of understanding

Another pointless word that cannot begin to amount the complexity of it all

 

A word spoken dosen't mend a thousand wounds

It just imbeds it within the soul

confirms and fuels its power

A word merely hopes to explain the echo of silenced torture

 

Offer me no more listening ears

No amass of hours will soothe the fires ill never face

Empires will come and die

Before ill bare these smoldering embers to another soul

 

Probe no further with your pretentious phrases

To speak of the worries will not mend my soul

Save me the regurgitated memories

Allow me the very slither of pride that yet remains

 

Let me walk these desolate lands alone

Let no other restore my title to this carnage but myself

I would drown with this ship rather than swim with a lie

These many scratches within my armour, were put here by your very own blades

 

Save me your falsely allocated sympathy

Bestow upon me none of your illogical wisdom

You are an unwelcome invader in my mind

These wars are mine to conquer

 

Drowning under the emotional hurricane

I wont reach for your traitorous hand

Ill push you away , ill run away

I wont falter through my weakness

 

Cracks shatter into little pieces

A million unwanted opinons fall dead on my ears

I will hear no more, I will request no assitance

Arms outstreched embracing the fading of reality

 

 

Reviews

[Wuji]

This is deep and philosophical and preciously original, compact and dignified! I liked every line.

[Mark Heathcote]

I really enjoyed this poem especially your opening lines…