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Found my home
Darkness was my lover.
But she only called when she
would hear my smiles.
She’d show up at my door
wearing dresses made of animosity fibers
and perfume de succubus.
While I strived
strived
STRIVED to find my way!
Thru impenetrable fog,
hands of solace
coated in wanton tears
would reach out for my all.
But, one day,
I let the decrepit elder
repo my sanctuary.
As I strived,
caressing my 2 guardian angels
injecting, I, with shots of joy.
I heard those winds of change.
But, this time, I grabbed my wings
manufactured in awakening cloth.
And I flew 21 floors high.
My new echelon,
with arms wide open,
held me upon foreshadowing’s chest.
As He
sang His chorus to me…
© Drake J. Eszes
A submitted poem for Royal Trevino’s PS Contest: “Happy Year!”
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