Long and arduous had been the climb. Fifty years or so in the making. A pinnacle claimed but unseen for what it was. Was it folly or push that became my past, present and future.
Falling was but a blink in the making. No anchor to hold me and foundations removed, abandoned, lost. Successions of ricochets from jagged rock to jagged rock. Carved to the core by granite hard betrayal and failures.
By chance did my fingers gain purchase to slow the fall. More of a roll downhill than the plummet that near killed me. But still trending down into the chasm of who I have become. The place I am, the present, the bloodied remnant of who I was.
Limbs askew and misshapen-ed, bones shattered and core exposed. Total vulnerability to even the meekest of creatures with ill intent. Cowered, afraid and alone in and darkness still falling. Momentary reprieve as fingers strike stone but too torn to grasp.
Mind operating in fragmented, distorted jigsaws of thought. No box top picture remaining to focus the picture I am meant to be. Too many pieces in different shapes to be who I once was. Uncertain of enough pieces to make myself a semblance of whole.
Still endless the fall and the darkness. Creature or granite strike constantly feared. Cowered, alone, afraid and defeated. The darkness and fall are who I have been made.
you lit me like a cigarette and smoked me until I was gone crushed me underneath your shoe but my ashes burned through your lungs to the heart you kept so cold and you realized too late this disease I have become cannot be cut away
court outcome of supplanting views imbibing another's sweat
casuist's bile scrawled on prison walls of savaged confines
they salute their spiel with the same
toxic hold as we concoct world views
venomous elixir polymorphous maze shadow of a sphinx
looms clearer as steps leading to torn pages
of feted book uncover dichotomy of a self split
so that shooting a child of shunned genes amounts to nil
for in but a blink his uniform arrives home
to ****** the golden locks of his only daughter
Please see subsequent post 'dynamics of genocide' penned as a bit of free expression, more a rant than a poem, but can provide some background information to this poem. I very much appreciate your thoughts and feedback on either or both posts. Big thanks...
i trusted you to guard my emotions but somehow you captured my heart and managed to let darkness into my chambers your attack managed to make my heart vulnerable susceptible to breakage and just when I thought your invasion was over you decided to crush my heart to absolute fragments an unforgivable plot yet you were forgiven and although it took me forever to rebuild after you i would take you back in a second and suffer all over again
your fire still burns in my heart my lungs are gasping for your air i mourn the loss of you vulnerably and emotionally i scream in agony as i think of us my heart belts hymns of you you were always so concerned about hurting me because you knew that one day you would rip my heart apart and leave me too broken to be fixed by anyone else