Strangers

Working for a king

Working for a magazine

Songs that I should sing

Bottled in my million years

Everyone around me

Like blankets in a dream

Let the pain surround me

And deem my soul unreal

 

***

 

Slaving to bring truth

Into these strangers' lies

Chained to their emotions

Chained to their demise

 

These fingerprints are not my own—

They belong to another world

It's time that my skin drapes these bones

And shape a truth I shall unfurl

 

When my fingertips start molding clay

And I stroll into my life

The faces that here used to lay

Turn to frigid ice

They ripple and quiver

Illuminate my dangers

I no longer see you;

I only see strangers

 

And if, for once,

I ache and fight

To see my picture

In broad daylight

You give me reasons

To swallow the truth

 

***

 

You are a blessing

From the start

Like a saintly

Work of art

 

When I obey

You are an angel

I fly away

To deem you—stranger

 

***

You hinder me—hinder me

I'd say it again

 

You shoved me to hiding

Behind ink and pen

 

You eclipse the sun

And darken the shine

You built your thrones

On remnants of mine

You give me hate and envy—

I give you bread and wine

 

To strangers I've been faithful,

Today I draw the line

 

 

 

Reviews

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. i can hardly believe that i am reading these words ... i can't believe the last two lines ... especially ... i haven't been able to find the reason to draw that line ... i think i've found it now ... time will tell ... brilliant writing ...

[Emily Elizabeth]

This is an absolutely gorgeous poem- neoclassical and with touches of renaissance- you practically painted this poem with your words. Vivid, beautiful and radiant, this poem reminds me of the cystine chapel for some reason! The pattern and the rhythm is a bit uneven in some places, but only very slightly.
This is a brilliant piece, and my favorite work of yours so far!
Thank you very much for sharing!