May you sleep in your final resting place
May it wash the tired from your face
May your eyes grow back their light, rid you of your wrongs overnight
And spare you
Spare you of that horrid sight
May you resist the urge to scratch
Shrug off the cringing as you look back
Back at the laughs you won't get back
And the trail of fabric you have yet to patch
Picking
At
Your
Scabs
Only
Make
Scars last
This I've learned from the things I lack
"One cannot run from their past"
You were,
Infected
And doomed to roam the Earth
With the horrid sight on repeat
Tortured souls
Placed gracefully
On tempered coals
"Don't sqeal, don't wimper, don't say a word"
They whisper
Because they can't stand the sound of their own indecency
..and ancient echoes ring through
"May you find freedom somewhere else
Fried through each and every cell
Into you , countless angels fell
But for now FOCUS...
Now, I know this place resembles hell
One day they too will perish
When that day comes
They will hear the screams of tortured souls
You my child, will see waving hands and windchimes
"So, for this glistening moment in human history
FOCUS .. on something bigger than yourself
Don't shrudder
Dont Shreik
Simply lay there lovely as ever
And burn."
Old poem written in 2011 about a.women being burned at the stake in the midst of her punishment and angel starts comforting her, reminding her.that this state is not permanent and that she is completely in the right for the things that got her there. a sacrafice that will never be forgotten and forever appreciated.
