How do you raise your voice to a rose?
Rush to accusations as if blaming the blue for a setting sun.
Misery sleeps inside my eyes, only to focus when apex hits;
Anger under pain shoots from my gaze like flaming swords—
Poor passersby quickly get blisters like pregnant cherries;
Barks bounce through the air against pleads that fires would fade.
Fearfully, I shut my covers and speak blindly, sadly absent beauty.
Apologies are trivial, if repeated like the chorus of a forever looping song.
Feet bound with a band of thorns stabbing,
Her legs stumble to a wobble—dreams of fleeing feet left months ago.
Staple a bloated tongue to the dripping ceiling; falling acid;
Seal poison lips with caramel paste, trapped shut behind taste ever sweet.
Hammered nails in fingernails caked with mud; an ache pumps my crying heart—
Cursing commands, barking replies, thunder boom screams—a naked ambiance.
Laughter leaps far like a leaking balloon when the descent falls atop my breath.
Angry melancholy bellows arias constantly within our midnight concerts;
chalk cinderblocks chomp down upon complaints hours late;
mere moments drift into regret as softly as smoke to a breeze.
Soon, memories bounce back, like rubber orbing attacks against a metal wall—
Words pop, splay, shotgun voice; digging in skin as steel screws into butter plywood.
Regret absolute as I feel my way to appreciation once more;
Amused despair vies to paralyze my climb; lining my spine with boulders.
Typically defeated, invisible I, the ant, have battled a sleeping hawk.
Hope: a bug to heaven's Goliath, silenced pain will giggle with her again.
Lift patient arms from the swamp under my rain collection; built filth—
Rinse the face of my heart,
Scrub ugly from her mud-splashed chest,
Pluck barbs from delicate arms
And embrace my immaculate destiny.
I beg to Hold the wet railing of our commitment; my carry through—
I vow to sing to you everyday, once more and always again ,
Perfectly in love through the voice of my life's gratitude.
Whispered kiss unto my rose...
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Author Notes
When in pain and angry to the world it can sometimes be the ones you love most that feel it. A true regret...
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