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408 · Mar 2019
Hexad Aperture
Ashley Ardo Mar 2019
Pieces,
They grudgingly break away
Leaving the shell you observe today
Suiting eyes which speak of certain injuries that stay
In all my empty brilliance..

  Damages,
The voices mutter tales of that which could have been
For I suppose I'm too fragile with perplexing voids as my companion
Entangled in river rocks I feel they're heavily affixed
Carrying a powerful message to me that I cannot be fixed
I can generally be medicated but I'll never be eclipsed
Perhaps I'm too tortured just to merely escape
For the cracks inside my chest cannot be sealed with simple duct tape
Breathe in all the pain and hold it.. Wait..

  Embellishments,
This gingerbread house was built to break apart
Conjured in sweetened temporary works of art
Awaiting thundered hands to consume our poorly built heart
Greedy gumdrops looking forward for the hopeless to depart
In all of that perfection, leaving only despair..

  Disappointments,
They linger within these walls
Where I've cried Niagara Falls
I've drowned a thousand times
Choking on my sordid rhymes
I sold my souls for just two dimes
And all I asked for was a place to call home..

  Silence,
Enchanting all of the worth I seem to lack
This finite piece is simply trauma giving back
The wind has changed and the fires move their way back
Heeding threat to the rain I bled today
If you stay quiet you may bridge into consciousness and day
Secrets shine like diamonds as they turn my face grey
I suggest you try inhaling some truth for the moment..

  Destroyers,
Unfinished memoirs desperately needing a friend
They've ultimately left blueprints on my body for me
Screaming where I should go envokes beginning to end
These shallow roads have clouded what's meant to be
Effecting my breathing
Bringing on a blight of deep offend
You cannot trust a single soul you happen to know
For the voices embedded within the misty recesses show
That anything worth energy takes time to grow
And although the pain I feel from it continues to glow
I have to step outside myself again
Returning back to safe mode left as my only friend
The terminal enigma await on chosen precious stone
All that's blackened flows away attempting to atone
For why not leave my fate in altruistic chance?
A.***

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