A sullen
sickness
befallen me
from whence
a darkening
ventured
nigh
and stolen
the sparkling
embodiment
features of
stars
in the
gloaming
of the mundane
hovering misery
of shooting
dead stars
aloft my
head
aches now
fevers the whole
of me afire unceasing
as it spreads and
grasp my soul
this simple
cover
to shield
the chill that
stills my blood
like frost to ice and
flits burning back
to hell's hold
temporal
twas
until the
perspectives
exchanged one
to the other who
now lays its claim
and tortuous
name being
Dante
I wrapped
myself and
snuggling in
hopes to shrug
off this biting cold
that locks its icy grip
on my body and soul
if not for the beating
of my heart that it
reassures me
that soon it
will pass
and end
malady
pursual of
my deepening
doctorless gloom
that will drift a parting
long-awaited since at first
my eyes had closed and will
soon be opening to the
welcoming vision of
her striking ascent
prepare myself
for that cure
is here ...
Aurora.
Categories:
pursual, analogy, dream, imagery, imagination,
Form: Personification
“Like free roaming stallions - my liberated dreams.”
Apprehensive, I lay my weary head
on the pillow of each long and restless night
embittered by pursual of revenge
till forgiveness came and spurred my demons’ flight.
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Contest: One and One
Sponsor: Rick Parise
© 3rd September 2016
Categories:
pursual, forgiveness,
Form: Verse