Mortal elation
Lust of loins
Anguish of mind
The poet’s soul
Rips through
The body
A bloody pen
Fashioning a symphony
Of impassioned prose
The poet
A composer of
Profound inspiration
Tag: hope
At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
As change engulfed her
Fear flooded to the surface
Trust calmed the fierce tides
I am not
My depression
A suicidal little girl
Looking for love
With misery’s face
I am me
I am beautiful
I am alive
I am not
My depression
A suicidal little girl
Looking for love
With misery’s face
I am me
I am beautiful
I am alive
My angel
Locked in a cage
Devil’s comin’
Beware his rage
He’ll steal your
Celestial glow
Pluck each wing
Each feather a blow
But the devil don’t know
What he can’t see
Love surrounds
The angel in thee
He’ll pummel
Till black & blue
But he will not take
Your hope from you
Little by little
Battered and bruised
Elements of her body
Her soul
Disappearing
*
Taken and tortured
By Man’s greed
*
Gluttony and bloodshed
Seeping into her pores
Poisoning her
*
She lashes out
Inundated with tears
Wailing and quaking
The flames of her anger
Rage on
*
Man does not
Obey
Her decrees
Heed
Her roars
Her distemper propagates
*
Loss and starvation
Misery and death
Will consume man
*
Allowing her restoration
“What’s past is past”
“Forget the past”
“Leave the past behind”
Lies we tell ourselves
To get over love
Control our grief
Box our emotions
Forget
Forget
Forget
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We cannot lobotomized
Our memories
Our pain
Our grief
We can only live with
Learn from
And never forget
In my dreams last night
Unwanted ghosts of my past
Visited me
Disturbing my slumber
Still lingering once I woke
Haunting me throughout my day
For intangible entities
Their memories continue
Weighing me down
At times we experience
What we believe to be inimitable
Loneliness becomes overwhelming
Until we discover others
Comparably affected
A community formed
As a result of
Compassion and acceptance
Families and friendships form
Loneliness consumed by love
B.A. Wilcox © 