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Kianna Taiya Poem
Out from the fog your figure emerged, each step nearing an outline, colder than the winter frozen wind
Where do you go at night with those sunken eyes?
Your presence heavy on the unsure soul
Seeping through walls like thick odour, your essence breathes sickness
What possible destination awaits your company so somber, your evil edged creature
What foul feeder plays host to such manner unholy, for the devil would revolt in disgust
This overbearingly vulgar demeanor
The shadowed mass a dead weight hunched and slow
With a heart you show low as the ground you stare, like a burden of lost cause, dragged behind you
Your pores weep with rejection and I can taste its smell
It leaves you drenched and soaking right down to your skinned, claw toed feet, and bleeds over infested flesh
Your pungence still lingering in the forever tainted air
Go to whatever blacked corner you have in seek, far away from here
Back into the hazed abyss of which you came, traveler unwanted as your mystery meaningless
Copyright © Kianna Taiya | Year Posted 2012
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Kianna Taiya Poem
My reality, or be it my insanity, is a screen, deceiving, an object without meaning, flat and thin. Any strength to hold this glass from shatter, let my being have no matter, is a metal weak as tin
Anything felt with heart, I shall always be apart, tint shadows hope and warmth from sun with dark. Anywhere I touch my life, like grime and tarnish on polished knife, I dirty, smudge and mark
Anytime I look for something near, a reason to make my world seem clear, see paths in clarity, all obstacles right. Doubt fogs every step I take, shakes each chance I make, I'm left confused and blind in sight
Any prayer, though rare, I send to god, goes ignored, never heard or helped. Behind this plane, my wall of shame, I'm alone, forever crying to myself
Any day I scream for help, dead inside, I forgot how emotion felt. Through this prison you'd never know I'd spoken, then you whisper, now glass thin, my name judged, seal cracked and broken
Any light when felt earned, joy lasts a second, then light turns and moves to reflect in my place. I see shapes crossed, yet similar, images obscure, but somehow familiar. I fight to never recognize I'm own face
Any dream of a day my screen will come away, a day I'll speak loudly and want my own name. I've long since forgotten, dreams now numb and rotten, behind your mirror of expectation I shall remain
Copyright © Kianna Taiya | Year Posted 2012
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