With no names to call upon
with no faith at all
I cast these iron bars
upon myself
Beaten by guilt
molested by sin
haunted by dreams...
visions of failure
My fingers red and torn
my concience devouring
this rusted lock is hopless
and I've trapped myself here
What is fear?
Torture? Abuse??
Fear is a withered soul
with no god to cling to
Faded colors disappear
with the light of hope
and my blood turns to gray
as my heart turns to stone
Grace has abandoned me
or have I resisted grace?
My weathered wings are wilting
as I slowly crack and crumble
No will, no desire...
just self pity
nagging in my ears
and a gentle breeze that blows me
from ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.
Author notes
Okay, so this is one of the "darker" poems I wrote during a severely abusive relationship. Can you tell? LOL Those years are behind me.
Comments
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G'day matronmedusa
Having gone through an abusive relationship I can compltely understand and relate to these words ...
I am sorry I can not leave too strong a comment
Enjoy AllPoetry
Stay safe
~Amanda
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