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Theresa Procunier Poem
There is a cold war waging deep inside of me.
What is thought, what is read.
Within my heart, within my head.
Waiting, debating, the moment to flee.
Each a sight not yet to see.
For both want to be silent, both want to be lead.
Raging, unchained chaos with no surrender to meet.
Battles fought in the eyes of unspoken enemies refusing defeat.
So tragic the day and night becomes-
when memories flash of needless hate.
Drawing the line in the sand, sanity succumbs.
Never ending torture arrives breaking the bones of fate.
Tainting, fainting, the depths of my soul.
A martyr to murder by the blackest hole.
Deep, deeper, as i drown within,
a sea of red comes rushing in.
Anchoring the mania lost in my mind.
Losing, choosing to numb my soul to a world cold, cruel and unkind.
Copyright © Theresa Procunier | Year Posted 2014
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Moonlit and touched by golden rays, my magic is unwritten within the depths.
Sunken, the shed of my blood, untouched by hate and restless scorn, leaves no pity to bear witness to the wretched.
My ageless impurities shall avenge the timeless sorrow from which relentless monstrosities sought the death of my soul.
Angelic as it may, enriched by the purity in me, never shall the trench of doom define my fate, for i have known vast treasures crashing against the waves of doubted strength and sanity.
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As time fades into the night, the cleansing of the day...
when all of daylight is seen in the shadows tucked away...
there is an untold venture of unseen lives in untouched sight...
all the troubles endured hide inside the light.
In darkness, memories come a reminder of the past.
All evils that lay within us, covet solitary tears.
Holding us within it's dark embrace, caressing all of our fears.
Yet, there are the quiet moments...
When a single mirrors another soul.
Such a loving rarity, feeling whole.
The light seems but a foreign place.
Appearing golden in dreams.
Against the thoughts of normalcy, a voice to recognize amongst the screams.
There is no guide to follow.
Each journey remains indifferent from the very start.
Knowing of loves intention, we leave pieces of our heart.
Copyright © Theresa Procunier | Year Posted 2014
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Open your eyes,
So you can see.
Open your mind,
Set it free.
Open your heart,
Come to me.
Open the door
To destiny.
Open your soul,
Faithfully.
Copyright © Theresa Procunier | Year Posted 2014
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