No Longer A Home Of Mine
A dark abyssOf loss and memories
Engulfs the soul
Inside my helpless being,
The being I do not
Reside within.
Indeed,
I did once
Live and breathe
By the mouth
Of this being,
But no longer
Do I torture myself
With bleeding wrists,
Bruised ligaments,
Crushed esteem,
And a broken heart.
No longer
Do I care
To dwell within
This being,
Hanging by a thread
That is
So soon
To break.
Those filthy hands,
Both soaked in red velvet,
Are no longer the home
Of the glistening blade.
That selfish mind
Of forgotten hopes
And stepped on dreams
No longer thinks thoughts,
At least
Not ones I am able
To hear.
And, most imperative
Is this:
No longer
Does that torn,
Forsaken and shredded,
Kicked-into-the-sea,
And sewn-back-together
Heart of that being
In front of my eyes
Beat quietly
Within my chest...
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