The Storm

Your words unspoken have drained
me - soaked me
with remorse and hatred of
those things left to melt away;
fade; drip; through a meaningless
pool of regret.

Seeing into your soul so clearly -a tumultuous river
relentlessly blaming its watery veins - striving to be understood -
appreciated - loved -

My heart quakes. My petrified soul allegedly withstood the pain;
now
the sharp pangs of Chaos pulsate through my mind
torn, ripping,
extracting
every detail - into the maelstrom unleashed.

Distress is my companion -
Anarchy, my aid -

You, however remain
a dull cave
                   of guilt:
Strangely, the artery proceeding

my dying    soul is here; etched,  carved in
lies
within You, my Saviour.



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Mirror

The swirling, circling shrouds of smokey death
pervade the specks of mystery surrounding this abyss -
Bottomless
                 Soulless
                              Gloom.

Twisting and writhing, the central orbs turn serenely:
a children's carousel
Reversed -
               Decelerated -
                                   Perpetual -

When I see them, fear clots in my blood
Fear of being lost.
Fear of dying
Fear of denying all chances of bliss to myself.

Two dark pools of hell stare through
my vanquished soul
My own deep wells shrink in horror.


I am lost -




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