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Nei Wold Poem
How can such a pure soul as yours be torn between two vastly different worlds?
It is no wonder that you are so withdrawn from me
Oh, the honour of those days in your company
Oh, the beauty that oozed from you
Oh, the songs you had sang without needing part your lips
Now is none
Now is death
But why, At such a time like this?
One can only imagine the sadness in which you exude.
Why is it now, that I am able to hear the torment and sadness behind your silence?
How could I have not heard it then?
Oh! I only dare to break the porcelain skin that covers your glassy eyes
So that I too may see your truth
Has she sunk you under further,
And granted me the duty of freeing you from such torture?
I shall wait for you once more, as you had done for me time and time again
Still, I am afraid- that she will slash through your soul like one none the wiser
And force you to bare your secrets unto an unworthy opponent.
You my dear sister, are my soulmate
Compared to those who yearn for my respect
Though they strive to keep their dignity present
You time and time again, give yours up freely to a lowly soul as mine
I wonder if it offends you, to know that I- a peasant could ever be in the presence of you
A holy flower
You were sent from the heavens
Where you are guarded by those of pure intent
And I?
How can I possibly stand beside you?
For I know that my truth emits a foul smell, that even those who wonder the land of the desperate cannot bare
They are ashamed to be in the presence of anything mine
In this,
It only feels right to guard you from afar,
As I know that the angels will not allow my sin to reach you,
I know this much to be true
And yet,
Yet I feel compelled to reach for your hand
That gentle hand of yours
That commands my shameful being to live
Copyright © Nei Wold | Year Posted 2021
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Arms stretched wide, I welcome none
I look to no one for I am lost
And cannot obtain the soul in which you so strongly desire from myself
I am pitying
Yet all knowing to I
So how can I still remain as clueless as the beginning of time
Deny thy name, and come forth with your rage;
You can unshackle these sins that are lodged so deeply in my being
Instead
You choose to tease me with such contempt, that I fall deeper into limbo
I am stuck in a never ending slumber
When shall this nightmare cease to be so,
Of unworthiness so worthy of being within me?
Thou are retched, and thou are heartless
Yet thou are still clueless as ever. Much like myself.
I pray to the all knowing god, for I truly know nothing
But you find reason to commend me in this broken age.
Copyright © Nei Wold | Year Posted 2021
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She lay there like death beneath the white cover
They look like snow when untouched by the restless child asleep
The bed beside is still and deaf to creaking boards, footsteps
Arise my child for the devil has called
And he shall rip into you mercilessly, unflinching
He claws through innocent gardens burning your flesh
He smiles and you know what you must do...
The warmth of his hand is enough to freeze you, cold
It is a never ending dance with the devil
And he is shaped like the ambitious
But you are done for the night, ceasefire
He sends his best goodbye
To bed my child where the snow becomes ice
For your saviour is asleep, dead
You sink slowly and welcome strangling arms
Why, you are foolish to wish your demise
For either way the devil has you,
His wicked teeth are beared only to your sight
And he leaves his stench to linger
You stare beside and see your neighbour, peaceful
Under the coat of sheep's fur that was once your snow
She is oblivious and you'll remind her in the mourn
Of your dance with the devil
Copyright © Nei Wold | Year Posted 2019
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What sore eyes has he who tells the story a blur?
You are taken into his void,
Of gaping mouths and frothing sides of fury.
What world so unkind made to collapse his heart?
He lingers like the scent of blue
And it hangs on his neck like the kindred spirit crushed
The foolish soul much alive cant you tell?
For when the old time teller yells,
Throats scream dry and the red smears startle
Does it phase him not the bloody hands he owns?
Here begins the reckoning,
As the spirit leaves him bound to death and cages of bone
For what is a man without grim intention?
That dwells to land unknown.
Terror peers forth unto him and lays ropes of loneliness beside
Shall you let him hug the corner with weary eyes?
For he wishes there to be,
And inside he itches but paints black skies among thee
This is the final plea.
Copyright © Nei Wold | Year Posted 2019
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I think I am afraid to love,
To move into emotions positive,
But instead I move into the abyss
Its knowing the unknown that frightens the hair of my pale arms
It stands on end as the words roll off your tongue
Are you afraid to love?
What is the chance,
The challenge that I may find myself intertwined with your soul?
Then I shall choose to scrape all the attention off of my shoulders and back onto the shaken leaves of the tree that grows within your garden
It is a rule I have set
I am bound by these things
And yet you seem to welcome me with your eyes wide
There is no room for judgement,
As you promised to the lips before mine
And I have yet to be awakened by the sounds of a silent room
The humming that you so abide by to the morning ritual
The stare that emits...something
Intimate
But I would fail to open these sores for you to heal
And I am cursed to read the puzzles that cause wrinkles to your perfection
Copyright © Nei Wold | Year Posted 2019
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