EscapeA Poem by icelandicblue
There is no greater love than to give your life for another,
or so the man says. But the definition of life is nebulous. I have given mine yet I breathe, eat and barely sleep. Perhaps we are already dead and no one has told us. Should I take the poison or you? Perhaps you would prefer the blade? Both ways suit us perfectly, but it matters not, there is always a mess left behind for someone else to clean. I suffer for you I suffer with you I suffer because of you I would suffer without you Emotional spatter clings to the wall as Jackson Pollack smiles with approval. The world is misaligned, the stars are crossed the universe continues to spin making us nauseous. Our pain is a level five contagion. You are lost and I am your lost light. Grab my hand and run through this forest teeming with despair, darkness and dependency. We are tied together like escaped fugitives. The run is slow as grasping thorns turn toward us. This war has demanded our lives in advance, and the treaty has no intention of being signed. Hot ash falls from the sky in a pryroclastic explosion of thought traveling exponentially toward the slippery slope of our escape. Dare we look for the place where light dapples through darkened branches? Does the truth linger there? Still we know the truth is highly overrated as we flagellate ourselves with the edge of it. Truth is freedom's dirty little secret, but we will ask her to unlock our bindings and free us from each other despite the empty echo. © 2015 icelandicblueReviews
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Added on October 31, 2015Last Updated on October 31, 2015 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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