Oh woman
the strength of days past
hope of resurrection
new life
Oh woman
walking the path to renewal
woman
renew
She walks alone
down the path of redemption
she walks with the elements
a flowing ember of life
life
minutely flowing throughout her blossoming body.
How fallow and cursed she feels as
Endless dramatics
fireworks
hot searing pain at the thought
the thought of renewing again
the quiet drama that has played out so many times
Can you feel my resignation, can I cease my trepidation. Can I joy at the thought of preservation?
How can I feel to rejoice?
When my hopes have risen so many times
on the tide of fancy
and been dashed against the stones of disappointment?
How can I feel to rejoice?
When by betrayal I am fed so many times
to the merciless lions
who claw restlessly at my heart
the very blood of life?
I have bled out my heart
time after time
a sorrow so deep and severe
so personally ridiculous
that I must hide
bleed alone
Would that I could cry
stand out in the open
in my insanity
to scream to the heavens
Enough!
It is enough!!
Why torment me so?
All a show of hysteria that is seldom understood
how far off is the mental ward?
Two lines, not one
I am preparing the shroud now
I should be happy, but I cannot be.
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