Shallow shadows of darkness past.
Feeble light shining a path.
Weakened soul struggles to make way.
Burning Ashes become dusted air.
Faded tears like rain that soaks the Earth.
Unanswered words becoming enraged cry's.
Beckoning soul calling to the world.
Freedom,seeking repayment for it's pain.


Dec. 7,22
By Blackrose

Darkened clouds turn souls red.
Sorrow filled eyes become like blackened sea.
Cries of pain are that of souls lost to the forgotten.

Surrounded by shadows that creep through mist.
Find yourself within woods of ancient creation.
Creatures of darkness do rome here be weary of your footing.

Blood of mortal,blood of beast mingling as one.
Ancient right, time has come.
The path of new life, old to young.

Power abound, magic is the source.
Beast be the maker.
Blood is the key.

Darkness that fills the mind
Filling the eye of the beholder

A dessert path that is deserted by the truth but filled with lies
We're lies only the serpents of untruth and illusions

Leading towards the waters of faith and strength
But possible loss and pain
All dependent on the Storm and the waves

Where land meets sky but the sky is free
Can one truly see
Land is nature but life itself is home
Home is acceptance of life

Sun turning to moon is epicenter of change
To become something new
Altering what once was

To coexist with all that surrounds
To be a part of all
To accept all that is
To deny nothing
To be everything

Loss is a thought
An emotion

Causing pain
Loneliness
Emptiness

We feel it
We sense it
Never heal from it

Always is it there
Somewhere

Day or night

An infinite existence

My nerves always crying
My muscles always screaming
My bones always aching

Be sensitivity
the pain
The discomfort
the agony

The source of my pain fibromyalgia
The source of my pain my spine

Everyday a hardship
Everyday more meds
Everyday no new answers
Everyday lack of Truth lack of help

People see me and do not believe
people hear me and do not understand

This pain cannot be seen
this pain cannot be heard

it can only be felt by those who are forced to deal with it
By those who suffer it

Wanting to hear sound
Loud
Middle
Soft

The sound of music
To hear one's voice
To listen to life

Life all around
Day time
Night time

Sound of birds
Sound of water
Sound of people

To hear all
When silence surrounds us

To feel sound through touch
When touch is impossible
But important

Sound

It is not pretend
it is not fake
it is not in the mind
it is in the body
it is real it
is there
do not call me a liar
do not say I am faking
you do not understand
therefore you cannot accept

Our nerves are always hurting
are muscles are constantly seizing
are bones constantly swelling and in pain
These are the signs remember them

Some of us can walk some of us can move some of us are stuck some of us cannot
some of us have it easy meds are helping some of us are not so lucky meds are failing

For me I'm the ladder I am stuck I am in pain meds do nothing
This is just how it is this is how it will always be
Remember this condition is real and it is not fake

Scarlet rose
April 13th 2020