Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The Wilting Child

Childlike symptoms
Spread over you like a disease
Coiled and boiled
Brewing heavily beneath
Dirty drops
Of tainted rain
Falling
Faintly down
Tears on the windowpane
Yours. Outside
Mournful mirky weather
Raging on
And confused you mistook me
For someone who cares
About your rotting slur
And the unwelcome words
That break heavy off your chest
     But
I miss you not a drip
Or a sip
Or a spluttered pot
Of the muddy mess
You made of yourself
And left nestled in my head
Riddled and rattled
Inside a bed of lies
A filthy hell
Is you in disguise
And all that is left
Is all that you've become
Weathered and wilting
And fumbling undone

1 comment:

  1. My fingers are alight
    Like fire
    Energy bursting from within them
    Powering through the ends
    Like swords of light
    Racing time
    And challenging heartbeats
    You did this
    Brought me back to life
    And made everything
    Feel like electric fireworks
    And magnetic tides
    Throwing me with incredible force
    Towards you
    And everything we are becoming
    It's the most beautiful flame
    I have ever known
    And I could sit forever
    Hypnotically watching it dance
    Twirling energy of light
    Richest amber raging
    Taunting the dark of night
    And removing the blackness
    Of an old life
    Mine
    Along with any of the shadows
    That I used to own

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