ethereal circumstance
where is the noose
the escapist pill from a nightmare?
it drips like gory wounds
bleeding rainbow in grayscale
my mood plummets
while His soars to the silver linings
of storm clouds.
i am muted
by past mistakes
and curses.
He is elevated to thrones in kingdom high
leaving me wanting more
like my poems threaded together
on gossamer butterfly wings.
i am fearful, despondent
resonating only with jagged daggers
cutting through my lace nightgown.
eradicate my identity
destroy my reputation-
i am screaming from my whole entire chest
someone save me from Him
someone recognise i'm suffering
enough.
enlightened by no God
but the one that dwells in my soul
dragging me to the pit of despair
in hell- He'll
do it again.
and again and again and again and again
the cycle never ends
like the cocaine i take up my nose
to forget my sins
against my God-
Him.
He is everywhere
autonomously.
i am struggling in bulletproof armour
from the guns of society
that victim blame
and yet i myself
desire His bedroom
to pirouette beneath His hands
a gymnast in the way i bend.
i want to commit suicide.
i hate the silence
filled with noisy concern
for i am not fulfilled
i just want to curl up and die.
have Him wrapped around my neck
like a serpent around a rose
constricted.
the media is a backlash
i live in a petrified state.
i want to curl up and die.
burn me out
my fire is no more
He extinguished my every molecule.
- ©️ Mars Saturnia
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Poetrywhat did He do to you? He- [a collection of classical and sexual poems about Him] © 2024 Mars Saturnia [Lowercase and capitalisation of "He/Him/His intended]
