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The Lich

As the rain trickles down the cracks of my stained oak casket 
And it stains the fabric of my tattered shirt with the crimson paint they placed upon my lips 
The shifting of dirt can be heard in my worm infested ears
As the skin on my thighs is being eaten away from the wood beatles
My spirit hovers above this nightmarish scene 
Broken tombstone and twisted roses cover my name 
Once spoken from your tongue, now just a whisper in the wind 
Can you even remember the words that dripped from my trauma fueled pens
Or have they turned to ash like my sins that were thrown into the pyre 
Choking on putrid soot as you lowered haphazard memories into the barren ground 
Darkness can be so blinding, don't you see now
All those insomniac nights and breathless days 
Gripped by panic attacks and mind numbing depression 
I screamed, pleaded, wept for longing 
Just to be understood, as I got on my cracking knees 
Praying with bloodshot eyes for an ounce of peace 
I can't breathe, lungs swelling, tears cascading likes waterfalls down my sunken face 
But you refused to see the girl breaking inside this woman,  invisible scars ripping open
A spiritual bloodletting 
Now the final chapter can not be undone as the bell no longer tolls for a lost soul among the deaf.

Copyright © Sara Jama




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