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.
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…
For I am but a woman with impaled fears-
manic with a tragic past…fought for many years.
July 30, 2019
Impaled Poetry Contest
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