Sicklied Breezes
Here comes that familiar breeze again
Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill
Some other abandoned soul
A soul that delves deep into my own,
Drifting in an almost shameful stance
Festered ignorance, time, and thought
Resting under the wing of frightened hope
It is cool, like any ordinary breeze
It pleases all that feel it, save I
For I know it longs to take all that I have
In one…single… swoosh
You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle?
Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe?
Sleeping in the convent of my soul
As others praise you and thank you
You take me under tow
Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth
With a silent tune of rests within notes
I remain where the breath is taken
I remain your host
The breeze grows painstakingly warm
Filling all with passions unfolding
Each soul finds its home
Leaving me alone with a soul untold
Always awake and crawling… and screaming
Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless
Wingless, tainted…filled with dread
It is warm and hated by all that behold it
And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT
For it takes nothing and gives me all
In multitudinous shrouds
Beloved angel—why do you burn me so…
Leading me into your sick embraces
As others curse to your face
You forever release in me
A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for
The melody caught—no room to breathe
Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe
For all no longer see…
I was always the caller
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
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