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The Noose Jul 2014
Heartache knew
She and I were done
And I needed was
Tranquil repose
Heartache is my anxiety.
The Noose Jul 2014
The light of the moon
Eclipsed the shadow of earth
It’s symbolism of rebirth
Was evidence of
Possibilities yet to be

Fleeting as hope is
As Illusionary
As the departure of pain is
On that October evening
We tore what remained asunder
And cast it to the bitter winds
Sorrow breathed
It’s final breath.
The Noose Jul 2014
Visions of wilted lilies
Lifeless raven strewn backyards
Grass robbed of it’s green
Bleeding rivers
Mayhem

Faces contorted with distress
Shrieking
Silence
Shrieking
Silence

The annihilation of bliss
To leave behind
A legacy of pain.
The Noose Jul 2014
Ensnared in your lasso
My beloved
Dazed by the toxicity
You exude
The glorious mystique
That which you possessed
Faded eons ago
Yet I am still
Binded and blinded
By the calamitous
Hurricane
That is you

Nights we sit
Your breath
On my shoulder
Mumbling lies and filth
Feeding the disturbance
With crazed notions
Altering me

Skewed self-perception
Bleeding hope

Futile attempts
To evade our
Ruinous union
To find myself
Restrained tighter
In the grip of your claws  

Summer times you stole
Memories ought
To have been created
Laughter never felt

Death caught my scent
But I will depart another day
Standing on the edge
Of a tight rope
On borrowed courage
I won't be yours forever.
A Mental illness takes on a life of it's own to the point where it feels like it's an actual person who owns you.
The Noose Jul 2014
The peculiar
Transient state of feeling
Visits at night
Under darkened skies
Tucked in the Velveret air’s
Warm embrace
Only then do I have
The audacity
To wrench away
All of my inhibitions

The dreaded daylight comes
Ever so swiftly
In it’s presence
I still choke
On the almost

Cowering in limbo
Waiting for salvation
Have mercy on me,
I am no ordinary woman.
The Noose Jul 2014
And sometimes
The wind blew
Ever so brutally
In announcement
Of fear’s arrival
As it seeped from the walls
Of the fortress
That became a prison
And into our quivering hearts
The Noose Jul 2014
Once they were remembered
As beauteous blue-eyed angels
Who assiduously
Served the creator
Once thought of as the holy ones
Who shone the brightest
Free will and they chose evil
The fallen and their father
Whose actions
Gave way to torment
All the unpardonable sins
They committed
In the age
When atrocity prevailed

Now all they seek
Is retribution
Sparse and angry
Gliding in the skies
With rayless halos
And ruptured wings
Listen as God cries
At what has become
Of his creation.
This was my first stab at this kind of poetry/writing. Posted it a few months back, tweaked it a bit and posting it again.
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