Beyond
I thought I was beyond it
grasping I tried to hold firm
as each thread passed
through my fingers
but my art held fast
pinching my arms
numbing my fingers
itching at me
awoken from nightmares
sweat rolled from temples
a hollow reed in the dark
had begun to sing
seducing me long into night
my hands bled
and spilling my blood
I made the lines ring
in the back of beyond
I found myself bloody
weeping of the black
bleeding out poems
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2013
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