Depraving Thoughts

he weeps with thoughts 
of depravation,
seeking wholeness as he
is chilled to his putrefying 
bones

mossy tombs surround
abandoned graves,
ivy stretches up rock filled
with decay

the raven soars with might-
gliding over death and 
destruction, 
fearing nothing,
preying on decomposing
souls

like a bloodline to remorse
he fears not sutures from 
wounds too scarred to heal
darkness envelopes
(he is abandoned)

emerald fields flourish in
the distance-
they are nourished with
wholeness and warmth,
spreading empty promises
to the weak

-blessed are the ones who are
buried in the abyss of pain



12.17.19
-luloo
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Krutsinger Avatar
December 17, 2019 at 10:55 AM
Pain is such a powerful feeling, you have done her justice here, my friend!
La France Avatar
December 17, 2019 at 10:05 AM
Lu, excellent writing, you are such a talented poet, you let that image drip from your pen like an artist painting a picture, well done !
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