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Asonna Jan 2020
SLE
She's the heroine, yet she knows it, not.
The life I breathe on the daily.
If I could harbor her pain
I would in a minute, because the way she looks..
it breaks me..

Give me her scars, i'll cry through the pain
just to give her some air.
if it comes to it, let me die for her..
because i can't bare the thought of her loss.

She may not be with me long,
the glass heart shatters at thought.
the fragments lodged within my throat
the constant stress and anxiety.

my mind plays the worst on repeat
mental preparation for the catastrophic mind
"i'm sorry, she's gone" riddles the echoes inside my head
the dams release under the lash and suddenly it's too much to close.

We're not here forever, i know.
The premature entity makes me scream "why".
there's not enough anyone can say in the world,
that will help me once she leaves me.

She'll always be with you, wherever you are
but that doesn't fill the void.
the warmth that she carries will dissipate,
although it feels a little like that now.

I love her more than humanly possible.
She's the light within my life.
Mama, dear mama. I love you so.
I'd give up my life for you.
Asonna Jan 2020
It's a bittersweet feeling as the illusion seeps through.
Red runs, dribbles, streaks;
travels into the distance.
Crimson molds and darkens the stem,
corrupts the root of all that is numb.
The river flows between the northern mountains,
one catastrophy laid to rest after another.
Water dilutes the strength of pain.
also washes it away.
Another layer, dose me up
The illusion helps to breathe it out.
Black drops of intensity,
the final touch
maybe this will get the pain to stop...
Gaze at its beauty,
wash it away,
start all over; it's the only way.
Dip the pallette just once more,
Down the leg,
exile the pain.
It's all i'm asking for..
Asonna Dec 2019
I love a sunburnt country,
but now the land's ablaze.
the oxygen we breathe has turned to dust
yet our request for help is denied.
I love a sunburnt country,
but there's not much left to last.

Firefighters aren't getting paid,
Neither are their bills.
yet our leader claims we're all fine
but he can afford to jet away.

The wildlife is damaged.
Koalas are losing homes.
much like the population
as the fires rip through their walls.

I love my sunburnt country,
but this has gone on too long.
while it's nice you're in hawaii Mr. Morrison,
everyone else is left to stand alone..
Asonna Sep 2019
Maybe one day you'll feel okay.
But for now just sit and harbor the pain,
You'll be better for it in the end.
One day you'll be stronger than before.
But today vulnerability is a-okay,

Because in the future nothing will be able to conquer you.
Asonna Aug 2019
Zodiac sign, written in the stars,
Fate's not too kind for this fragile heart.
How does one deal with the critical blow,
Both parents, same day
Same anatomy..
How?
How is it that this one day both my parents tell me they have cancer.
Statistically how. It blows my ******* mind.
Stars aline, like ****.
Whats the point of life.
Early 40s and they just might die
Good thing im already dead inside..
My parents live 6 hours from each other, dont talk to each other, yet they both have cancer in the same place amd they both told me today. How does this ******* happen. How.
Asonna Aug 2019
Petals in my hands
constructed of your favourite novels.
They tell the stories of bloodshed,
the leaves lined with conflict.
Stem, twisted in contempt.
Yet the petals in my hand,
affection and care.
Delicate work of love,
how it warms these hands.

To you, I share this rose,
Made from your favourite novels.
Whilst the fiction of catastrophy lives on,
may these paper flowers show my heart
forevermore.
Asonna Aug 2019
Have you ever seen the pain?
Knees cut up from the worn tar,
yet not a soul for miles.
Heart in my hands,
watch it beat, it's drenched in rain.
Blood travels, aches as I see,
see the cavity living inside.

Have you ever seen the pain?
love would be warm, but yet i'm alone.
destined to a life of failure.
destined to be a disappointment.
Squeeze the heart, it's tougher than you think
but watch my blood travel thick.
It's hard to tell what I feel,
each beat brings me closer to death
every drop of rain clears the heart,
and every scar is revelead.
How am I alive?

Have you ever seen the pain?
betwixt my palms, do you see the pain?
Panic grows, stuff it back in,
the cavity must be filled.
Even if I feel nothing at all,
it'll only infect me again.
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