If splay open wide my heart I could,
to find the nexus of pain and agony:
Excise that particular node I would –
Reave and plunder it oh so mightily!
Sever, cauterise, amputate the point
from which this eternal sorrow stems.
Cleave, carve and hack away at the joint
where the dire anguish around it bends.
If these excruciating emotions I can banish,
Lash them tight with cables of sheer apathy:
Peaceful bliss never then could ever vanish –
Sleep I shall undisturbed under heaven’s canopy!
Smother, asphyxiate, strangle and suffocate
the very source that caused me to be bereaved.
Instead… I humbly submit, patiently relegate
to God the unbearable burden of one aggrieved.
Categories:
cauterise, bereavement, death, heartbroken, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme
Into the heart of darkness, stagnant rivers where black jungle monkey's swing,
An implosion of surrealism, cartridge days, they detonate and zing,
Where in hell does it lead to, do I want to converse with pagan gods,
Do I risk the fall of human dice, chance my hand and face the odds?
Live wires spit and cauterise, nervous gators circle all the while,
And crocs with latent corpses eyes, bare teeth and speculate and smile;
What in hell am I doing, what answers do I seek to find,
Do I want to make it all come right; do I shut up shop and close my mind?
Crying to the waters, they are deaf, canals of scum and blood,
Emotionless and fetid, flowing nowhere, residual streams of mud;
What in hell am I thinking of, do I spawn remorse and foster it,
Do I want to travel back in time, be savaged by some hypocrite?
In this, my heart of darkness, where the truth lies with the life I knew
All is inclusive of all I have lost, and yet no longer wants for you.
Categories:
cauterise, allegory, angst, art, life,
Form: I do not know?