Trauma
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Black Heartstone
They took my heartstoneTo a poisoned riverThey held it underUntil my soul withered That precious gemThey stained it blackDrained its goodnessBefore giving it back It sank in my chestA dragging anchorBound to the sinkingShip of my anguish I sat with itBy the pool of my tearsAnd wept untilShimmering cracks appeared The glowing jewel underneathHad not… Continue reading
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Don’t Wake the Monster
Don’t wake the monster That sleeps in his mind It broods in its fortress Of a thousand whispered lies With bared teeth, it snarls Accusing with its claws It thrashes in hysterics Screaming at his flaws The struggle is brutal To put it back in its box On the darkest days The fight never stops… Continue reading
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Broken Table
A poem on restoration Splintered wood Cracks spreading This is the momentThe table has been dreading A shuddering collapseLegs buckle and break As the table crumples Under its own weight But this tragic tableOnce broken by pain Will be rebuilt by His hands And will stand again Continue reading
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We Are Machines
A poem on toxic productivity They say producing is all That really matters To make things of worth And to make them faster They say we are machines Churning out produce We’re trees in a vineyard All our worth in our fruit But fruit fails And machines crack Achievements shine briefly Then fade into black… Continue reading
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Desecration
Desecration Of the heart His dreams mocked And torn apart Carefully crafted Over many years Careless guests Covered them with smears The pearly marble Was blown to ash Intricate pottery Was mishandled and smashed Fragile vases He had strived to preserve Were maligned untilThey lost all worth He was left alone Sitting in the ash… Continue reading
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Fire and Decay
The king wanders his hallsEerie and blackenedThe smoke forming figuresReplaying what had happened His ancient hallsHad burned to ashHis glory, his legacyNow charred scraps He found old masterpiecesVivid frescos stained blackIntricate landscapes and portraitsOnce made by his hand Many had delightedIn this operatic hallBut the walls weakened from wearAnd were destined to fall Then this cursed fireHad gutted this… Continue reading
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The Decay of Silence
A lament Moss grows On unused tongues And damp builds up In wordless lungs Silence heralds A cruel winter And suppressed emotions Will eventually splinter I held in my words To avoid the painBut that wretched painFound me all the same Continue reading
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They Bruised the Sky
Bloodied skies Over treacherous plains A weeping moon Has no words to explain Caskets carried On broken shoulders The funeral pyresNow overflowing What sort of violence Can bruise the sky? What sort of treachery Causes the moon to cry? Cruel words Catch in the flesh And bring a million Dreams to their death Continue reading
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The Widowed Writer
Sadness isThe bitterness in her bonesThe dark embersGlowering in her soul The darknessIn her empty eyesThe merciless pitBurrowing inside It is the fake laughAnd that fake smileThe eternal prisonHer handpicked trial It is the weightThat holds her backIt is the veilThat drapes her in black It is the burdenThat cannot be sharedThe secret hurtsOf which nobody cares It is the… Continue reading
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Burnt Heart
My heart burned black Festering with fury Anger glowered as embers Scorching inside me Bitterness oozed out Viscous like oil My skin blistered with rage Throbbed with boils I knew this anger Would eat me alive So I planted something Deep inside A golden seed Of truth and hope That purged my clogged arteries With… Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 