Years of Fears
Pricked with a prod, I’ve been penetrated,
sent back to the wasteland I created.
Laced with ash, left jaded and hated,
my impaled mind seeks only redemption,
as my ebon veins flow with deception.
racing
voices
facing
choices
Now my tears of ice crackle down my cheek.
I ascended great, over the mount’s peak
to find out if it’s peace I truly seek.
Blue silent stars whisper hope when in need,
shadowed by desperation and greed.
Jabbed and stabbed for a mistake made,
wept and slept as the moondust starts to fade.
Through internal punishment I have paid,
and I shall never look on glass walls high-
shattered and battered, I lean in and sigh…
facing
choices
racing
voices
For I am but a woman with impaled fears-
manic with a tragic past…fought for many years.
July 30, 2019
Anthony Slausin
Impaled Poetry Contest
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