Preturgatory

In silent kisses–

Assurance waits sleepily,

Admonishing the scent of reasons,

Quick to flavor the confidence, waning…

 

A tender heart, lost to doubt.

Smiting frailty in challenged tones,

Blighting his fields of tall, thin grasses.

 

Anew, the sounds of silent hate.

Bastion of truth, razed in flame.

A dire secret of malevolence.

Arc of truth betrayed.

Solitary, flesh-ripping sadness…

Enduring despite pain.

 

But the touch that is love,

Silences the screaming–

Bleating, grotesque thoughts

Fading into shadowy recesses,

As the dawn breaks.

Again.

 

 

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