Thought

Here is my solace,

The words I dare not speak,

I engrave with golden ink,

Far from life

My feet shall sink,

In distance voices shrike,

‘How shrewd’, I thought

With even not a shred of courage

I dare sew my mouth shut,

Quivering in corners of the dark abyss,

A haven quiet and peaceful

An illusion,

For the scars that mar my skin,

The thorns that poke my shin,

The stones that weigh my heart,

All gone without trace

But who shall shield me from these daunting swines.

Caged and untamed,

running wild,

A broke record.

I run not far behind the curve of my ear to the edge of the mountain, facing south,

Down the ten valleys of the fallen Kings

Cornered in

eerie silence,

the silence feeds,

The silence brings,

the devil’s spawn to play.

But I’m Alone,

Darkness is abundance,

As they come out to place their claim.

My thoughts, their pan,

Scoundrels!!!,

What awaits I fear

I dare not close my eyes.

I need that which I despise,

Brother to which I love

but can no longer bare,

I defy him, as my hatred shines through and through,

I wish for his departure only to cry in agony begging for his return as his twin brother brings forth his skeletons to haunt the hollow streets of thought.

So strong and compelling,

A place I wish to run from,

But time and again I fail to succor but wonder helplessly as I’m carried back head first down the corridors of memory lane.

Screams left, right,

Up, down, it echos,

I’m suffocating,

A porcelain doll, trapped within plastic

Clouds upon clouds but still no blinding lights.

This, a losing fight but I dare waste breath after breath

Till the rivers run dry, and the birds sing my name.