Strange Roots
I sprung from fertile soil like a garden blossoming into a mosaic kaleidoscope of
vibrant colors
|that I no longer have the ability to see|
but I still feel the ghostly rose petals haunting my skin
~Heart hardened by the cold harsh bite of the wind~
my bones rattle as they echo as If they were fabricated from tattered tin
*Kissing me softly like morning dew on a Tulip only to wake in the silhouette of my snowglobe dream*
-That now seems all too strange to me
I simmer as my blood starts to boil-
Why am I so strange to me
Unfamiliarity in familiar features
Ghostly silhouettes of my parent's features
Here I lay writing as my all deserved place
As an abolished creature
Here I lay biting my own flesh just to bleed out a trace
Letting the emotion trickle down
my clammy skin as I submerge myself in the depth of Winter's icy cool touch
A cold thick glass window in the New Hampshire downpour fading into the grey skies
A distant memory blanketed in a monochrome gradients of nostalgia
These scars are the only thing that stays in this place
A gradient scale of grey
An alien feel of being far away
I long to be redeemed from the ultimate rejection
As I sit here and I compartmentalize my feelings section by section
I'll dissipate into the wind and search for answers in any direction
Anything to avoid the place I came from I see traces of in my reflection
Copyright © Anthony Musto | Year Posted 2020
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