Round and around
adjacent...
underground
Beyond me...
despite me
Through me...
inside me
In over my head,
mind full of dread...
bedhead descent
Head over heels...
fell for their spiel
Am I dead?
No!
Just left,
hung in suspense...
by narcissistic intent
Conditioned...
condensed
Flayed,
by dismay...
when my thoughts
slipped away
Caught dreaming
of better-hued days
Betrayed...
given away
by my myriad of words
Cursed...
by belligerent herd
Their greasy hands
slick…
thick with greed
Kneading,
lusting,
wanting...
pieces of me
Berating...
my peaceful fuelled dreams
My
body’s
bruised peach,
sick...
to its stone
Seeping...
gifted
poisons
Bleeding...
scarlet
ribbons of need
Watering their seeds
of infinite...
egotistical needs
But can
thought-flowers
break through...
intricate facades,
ornate
skull masks...
The Day Of The Dead?
Could,
my rose wreath
eclipse...
enlighten
their fierce,
wizened
skewed doom
Or perhaps
instead,
familiarity ferment...
cause resentment
Either way,
I’m no longer present
for their rise
or demise...
scribed out of lies
Devised
to spy
into my kaleidoscope mind…
mosaic glued-life
Which
I tried
to compost anew...
fertilize hope,
truth!
Even though
they...
never planned to stay,
despite
love-bomb charade
Just considered me
stone,
used...
to step upon
After all
words
could never
break bones...
or could they?
No matter,
only stayed...
a very short while
Until,
their paranoia
bred wild...
triggered
my innate
intervention
At last
my self-worth…
began its rebirth,
as they
tried
to seize…
what was left of me,
a divvied-up whole
But what do I know?
I only hoped
to grow strong
Yet,
here I am…
buried alive,
when just
wished to thrive
Mistook…
chameleons
for guides!
Slithering
aside
into colourful arrays…
a magnificent display
auroras’ decay,
adorning my grave
Deft
allegories in vain,
spent
cuttings they gave…
withering away
Just a vase
of nasty
dead heads…
red slender threads,
tourniquets…
to false fates
Not
beloved soul mates…
torn,
broken apart
as Zeus coldly slew...
parted,
made two
from one single form
Yes,
I've been
darned...
too many times,
with
“Baby please,
give me one last chance”
Even though spears
keep falling
like tears…
cascading through
black-holed
voids
Once bright,
azure gems…
now swallowed indents
Shadows of hurt,
taking their toll…
relentless hyperbole
Shambolic parade…
sharp callous
chicanes
Carved out
crevices….
from behind-back,
crossed promises
Deafening…
the audacity,
as I watch
circumventing,
coldly calculating
serpentine…
circumnavigating
Seemingly…
endless faux chain,
doubling back
again and again…
upon me,
upon she,
upon themselves
Only...
to plant
meaningless questions,
that lead me
nowhere
Utterly lost
in despair’s
labyrinth of pain…
beneath traumas’
patched quilt,
my life has built
But does it
even
matter?
My head’s full
of their chatter
Ghosts with excuses,
returning as
Zombies
As really...
does anyone
truly care
anymore?
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
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