I sang
The words
Of
Silence

I sang
The words
Of
Pain

I sang
The words
Of
Damnation

I sang
The words
That I
Meant

I remember these words
Vibrating
Inside my throat
Clawing outward

I remember these words
Burns on my arms
Branding me
With names and numbers

Words that soothe
Yet still
Ache

I sang
The words
That
Blind you



© Sofia Villagrana 2018

Sitting in a heavenly garden of paradise does not mean that you won't be stung by a bee; truer words have yet to be spoken by me.

By Lady R.F. (C)2018

You feel it slowly at first
The singeing of sanguine-pumped pain
Piercing the remnants of a drained soul
Spreading through those past-haunted veins

You grasp & claw for something, anything
Maybe it’s hope, or just some fresh air
Something to save you from the agony
But still you drown in the depths of despair
....
Living in a maze of contemplation
All these things that I've become
This web of karma
I've weaved completely
Every which way my spiders run

Perhaps a pill or
Some sort of medication
Could help me find my poetic way
Yet I could never give in
To an indication
That I've nothing left to say
.....