My Journey Over A Wretched Psycho-path.

My Journey Over A Wretched Psycho-Path.

Let oblivion fall,

 


not only beneath


my flesh shuttered eyes,


but in my soul,


my heart, my limbs.

Wings clipped,


my soul becomes a rock


grounding me to a heart,


that squats empty


of all false hopes,


fingers clenched into claws,


paralyzed from any further touch,


poisoned caresses

that lead to my feet

now standing alone.

Let despair

my only friend,

dwell now in the well

of my mind,


deep in that

depression that once

 


flowed with the poetry


of life drawn daily,


my tongue bone dry,


but I thirst no more,


I am inebriated by pain.



I am but a grain sand,


one of many

countless minions,

 


slipping through a tiny


fragile glass hole


into times emptiness


that waits below.

©-MFB III



 

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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge

such a raw open wound ... is there no balm?

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