This night has crumbled to the ground
I walk upon it and broken shards cut my feet
as you have cut my soul with your words.
I fall in ashes around the flames
badly broken, no longer whole
and you are to blame.
Bare to the bone, skinned from the outside in
you leave the knife on the floor
and pretend that the blood stains are invisible.
You shroud this thing called love
in veils of mourning black lace
all too pretty, all too painful.
You reach out in slumber
but I cringe at the touch
I want to tear away.
Moonlight streams around this wretched room
I know I should not stay
I look at broken feathers on the floor
I want to fly away.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...