Broken Bows
While as getting lost aneath the truth betwixt; postmortems lines....
Shall I engage to entangle myself once more within these enlivened
Embodiments, whom wish to cast me into their unblinking morticious eyes?!
Projecting melancholy tears; this enigma chained unto its own bend and bites
Misconceived, scripted sights within interpretatives thorns and now I find
Myself pressed, to be nailed unto their judgmentals crucifying cross....
Why; but I know why? As if I am indebted unto they this life of mine yet, how?
O wretched flesh so imperfect you are amid these constant falls as they
Whom close their eyes to look away; that darkness it may be, although
Spawned from the very irony of its own amissful night in poisoned arrows....
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....“And Broken Bows!?”
Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2012
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