A tired woman, I be,
Fully and truly.
Death is all which lingers in these eyes,
Nothing more to see but an end,
But the bleakness of this soul.
Morbidity reeks through this skin,
Pain exhausted,
Words of others are spoken,
Yet they remain unheard,
Faces pass,
But all I see is that dark light.
A silent piece shouts out inside,
Aching for someone to revive this spirit,
She shrieks, she cries,
But just like the words others have spoken,
She remains unheard.
And as the faces which pass,
She’s forever unseen.
What only could this mean,
For a fate lingering in balance?
Will she fight death & accept the challenge?

Off in the distance,
A woman sits, cold,
Shivering in the rain,
The only true look on her face being disdain,
Her hair tattered, dishelved,
Her eyes, piercing with unspeakable pain,
Filled with tears of the years of scorn,
Screaming the terror of a heart ailing for love,
But never receiving the adorn.
She speaks but only to herself,
Of the masquerades life has rummaged her way,
Of the days where laughter annihilated her silence,
Of the times the mightiest sauntered in her presence,
When she gleamed with impenetrable grace.
“Fantasies,” she utters but in a whisper,
“I live for the fantasies.”

Continuously pondering why me?
Why must I be the face of such misery?
They tell me, be smart, be kind,
Be free to express your mind,
And yet, all of these traits,
& no one to find me quaint.
No love to come,
Just utter confusion and pain that never seems done.
I wonder what I did to deserve such confusion?
What happened and was it all an illusion?
Is everything I felt merely pretend?
Am I truly destined to walk this lonesome path until the bitter end?
Tired of it all,
Tired of never being enough but null.
What’s the purpose of love to be in it alone?

Stand and deliver,
Declare what it is that penetrates the vibration of the world
Shatter what you believe to be real of the universe.
Sink into the depths,
Drown beneath such travesty,
Emerge through the flames with ferocious atonement.
Sun kisses upon the face of evil,
The optical illusion that is deception,
Deceit from fellow man,
Betrayal from our own souls,
A search for healing,
Scavenging for the answers,
A treasure hunt around the realm,
Only to return with empty hands.

Seeking sanctuary within the caliginous abyss,
Eminently awaiting Death’s ineludile kiss,
I sit and reminisce,
About all the sins committed & soon to commit.
Down on my knees beseeching God,
To free me of the odds.
I chuckle back tears,
It’s quite ironic after all these years,
How all the fears,
Deep revelations & still nothing seems to be coming clear.
Tell me, my dear,
Do you ever feel the darkness hidden in rain?
Do you ever wither beneath it and succumb to the piercing pain?
I can feel his grasp closing in,
He’s been wondering about when I’d come to this inevitable end.
Death marks it’s scent in the air,
He’s clearly coming but I can’t even commence to care.
It’s too late to escape the chains tarrying within his lair.
As the black eyes of death meet the brown of my own,
He extends his hand,
“It’s time to answer for your sins.”
I guess this be it, friend.