A darkened cloud
upon my brow,
(where loss consumes
each vagrant hour).
The dismissed rules
disguise the truth,
(ignored, forgotten, and refused)
with brittle skin of threadbare tulle.
This narrative i must neglect,
this endless nagging rhetoric;
and burning feet
on sandy beach-
the screaming rises to its peak.
my spirit bent
and knees are weak

and prayers that signal mortals end
a succubus,
my only friend.
in poverty
and grim repose
I watch the ashes churn and blow
and bury every cruel lament
(the guilt is mine,
i must confess)
and shelve this tragic,
Sordid tome,
where devils thrive
and beggars roam.
Elusive feathers fall and rise
to soothe the decomposing tides.
the path is twisted,
gutter stones;
the rest are dreams
and scattered bones.


Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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