Anguish. (May be triggering)

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  1. HarleyTwin

    HarleyTwin Staff Alumni

    Note: This is something I wrote a while ago, but I noticed I'd never posted it. I wrote this after I'd lost my fiancee. It was inspired by some Shakespeare works, so in order to really understand the imagery, keep that in mind.


    Anguish

    The bloody knife glistens in the morning dew
    The mind awakens to a world anew
    The soul has been cut and ripped from its harbour
    Against the silent screams of the heart in arbour

    No more shall the crystal tears cascade
    In the reverie of the pained facade
    Only life in its fleeting gaze
    Shall kiss the memories of the effortless days

    Farewells are common in the land of dust
    The knowledge, the strength, the singly trust
    This sanity shatters against the barren crust

    No more, no more shall this weapon bring!
    Against the deafening roar the angel sings
    In life, in death the spirit weeps
    In silent smiles it lets the darkness creep

    Serenity shows it does not remain
    As the tears subside and leave their train
    I ponder in which is the path to take
    And heed this anguish in my wake

    Confessions of a life left dull
    In its empty, loveless, lonely hull
    There is not knife upon my breast
    No blood that’s spilt, no marks upon this chest

    A vacant echo, but resound the name
    Of the purity, the poverty, a life in vain
    In which a cast upon my heart
    The anguish builds the aching starts

    The life drawn image of smiles and dance
    A one last hope, a lucky chance
    Of that I see my path less clear
    Than the anguish left, still rotting here.
     
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