Haunting hallucinations plague the mind
Seeping poison into the soul
The smell of decaying flesh snakes
Through the jagged wounds your knife has created
As my soul agonisingly dies
I plead from my knees for your mercy
As you kneel before me and our eyes meet
Hope glimmers in my fading soul
But
The edge of your knife
Paints the red smile across my neck
Emotionless you walk away
Never to look back
Immune to the destruction you have left behind
While my broken soul weeps eternally
Categories:
agonisingly, betrayal, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
First Friends
I return to an old place and old friends,
Its grey stones stand ominous henge,
Stood in a chapel that rose above the water,
Filled with well meaning, smiling sons and daughters,
Slowing realising that few know me yet seem to care,
I marvel at community, sense of being I find there,
Whilst within my anonymity, clarity of insight,
During testimony of another’s plight, non-blighted,
Feeling of explanation of grace, far sighted,
A cross not carried, a cross not sought,
But a cross bridging grief, agonisingly wrought,
And I thought, choose me,
Take my nihilistic nonsense of self worth,
Throw it upon the carbonised barbecue of a city,
Take away the chains of self pity,
And through my choice, let my voice ring out,
Turn now, oh Israel, for you make again,
The same chosen calamity,
But this time Israel, you are all of humanity.
@Andrew Carnegie, Bristol Pew’s, Tuesday 10th January 2017
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Categories:
agonisingly, absence, bible, christian, deep,
Form: Free verse
I wrote this unaware, exposing my true vulnerability
Conversed with my pen to halt its ink but paid me no mind as it showed off its ability
Quarantined my heart from further pain exploitation, blatant immaturity
Questioned my ability to forgive since it's you again making my tears fall on this paper uncontrollably
God has given you nothing but time as I wait on you agonisingly
Add any word from you in this love blender and I would have forgiven effortlessly
Love is weird because weirdly it falls on individuals not deserving, that's the policy
I can't question God's ability; he replaced my verbal quality with a pen deservingly
Dad!........yes you, the reason for these squeaky sounds on this paper
I hate the sore existence in me of this anger
Your pride has lost us years plus this pen should be capturing something else
Instead I beg for our souls to reach an agreement before we reach God cause that will be something else
Creating a family without you has this picture looking obscured
Just by you saying "you love me", best believe I will be cured
Categories:
agonisingly, anger, confusion, dad, love,
Form: Rhyme