An angel slipped in
Her gaze penetrates my dark and foggy mind
delicate wrists and nimble words
wavy dark hair floats
upon mysterious waters
and my heavy heart relents
to a languorous tune
for never a moment of respite
my conscience takes
from the brooding heart
I know so well.
I can’t find my shadows,
as I dig in the past for lost memories.
As I scrape and I scour, I feel my heartbeat,
like footsteps echoing away from unwanted desires.
I rasp with my pen and my ink
for those elusive marks
which are dancing in those recesses.
I scratch and I die.
And in the pasty silence,
my mind fills with thorns and
impended confused imaginings
of those before who have been judged,
and paid their ebbing debt.
sensations, of anger, wonder, sorrow, loss.
And as you ask for the last answers
my wet cheeks cannot rest upon your chest.
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