should i stay here
in this place of safety
or walk into hell on both feet
running hands forward
like a ghoul and white like snow
into the ready arms of calamity?
my heart is treacherous and conflicted
i fear this insisted, demise, no remission, in times of crisis
and terms of enlistment.
i want to walk well in times of good cheer
but all i can do is whine and sneer
the dark parts of my inner most thoughts
clouding and surrounding
stealing proper grounding
in this sea of contention
awful misdirection.
who do i trust?
can i find this perfection
in neighbourhoods plastic
and porcelain cast weak.
in valleys of lost men
where women are raining
in the garden of evil
the land that I'm gaining
will life be a drag
or can i explain it?
and can i find peace
in a world often violent
a world often anguished
a world often vagrant.
and can i find meaning
beyond superficial
in a world often cruel
and a world that's got issues.
and a heartless world
that has all the riches
but not enough sense
to undo all my stitches.
eternally wrenched
by a heart big and spacious
and a heart that gives more
in a cold place contagious.
but can i face sin?
and can i face faces?
is this just a phase?
i'm unfazed by the wages,
sin pays in death;
and in the veins He made.
blood flows and fades
into the embers I've kept.
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roots
Poetrypoems about the creatures of the sea, the blood in my roots and my passion with the visceral. My journey in religion, coming out and fighting mental illness as a creative and an artist with a fighting spirit.
