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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Within the creeping shadows, do you think you can find me? Before chaos implodes my soul ~ I’m lost amongst childhood memories, pounded to ash and dust, clouding my sight, as silence stifles my screams. Whilst rivulets of water collect around cracked soles, cold liquid rushes with each word left unsaid, rising as foreboding talons scrape against the ballast stones of despair. Spiritual hunger gnaws at my insides, pain filling a closing throat. O Helios Flare, burning the crystalline odyssey, sailing through sinister sapphires ~ I let my muse spill cues of clemency, allowing the salt of stillness to kiss the bronze bones beneath my quivering skin. As I taste the f e a r s , the trembling turmeric of the sun I once loved ~ soaked in t e a r s of the dragon, for you and for me. Yet will the green-eyed gales ever know, ever feel, the truth I have traced? The caged nightmare that bound my gossamer, leaf-like wings, taming me to a gruesome game of bleeding blame and bruises, as though I were fated by the blaze of kismet ~ to be the chained dreamer, drowning in darkness, choking on unspoken sorrow, suffocating on splitting stars, oblivious to the opalescent shimmers of moonlight singing within these vain veins… So tonight, in muted midnight, I write ~ and I weave ~ swaying to sulfur-laced, gustless breezes, all whilst the choir of dead dreams serenades abounded hopes, departed in fractured equilibrium. No longer able to stay afloat amongst raging riptides of repressed trauma, I plummet into the seas of tranquility, hoping to emerge b a p t i z e d by the empathetic estuaries flowing through heavens...
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