The Lingering
I feel something
I do, I do
the comfort in the ache
salting the cut of my lip
the blood and her drip
sleepless nights
atoned and attested
the trials
tying me in knots
held captive
allowed only
to swing from her gallows
her hallows of eve
as hollow as they seem
and I see thru the blackness
nothingness
blinded by the barren brush
as the breeze blows
her winter's snow
and I am cold
so very cold
a weathering rock of stone
with frozen crystals as my bones
and never, never
have I felt so all alone
a breach in the existence of time
unable to speak
unable to reach
silenced, drown
in invisibility
lingering
in lifeless remnants of blue
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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