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ABBY
She drifted
into my lonely life
clinging unwavering
to a burning rope, as I
reached out to capture
her stunningly youthful body,
briefly touching a life
intensely troubled, but still
exceedingly beautiful; until she
rocketed too high
for me to see, dissolved
into abducting tips
from deadly needles, ebbing
under prophesying clouds
birthed in the float
of silver spoons, filled
with narcotic dust; giving me
no chance to say goodbye,
helplessly wretched
in total obscurity -
beneath torrents of tears
that delivered
me her same scars and lesions,
oozing out a painful agony
like an open abscess
that forces you to fall
on your knees
with no available antidote,
except to cry out
to all your God/Goddesses…
and pray.
But oh...the sheer agony that
But oh...the sheer agony that is wrought
Upon unsuspecting lovers
That dabble amongst the tender naive souls
That flirt alongside the ghouls,
Death's wanting fame,
They morph the innocence
In hearts of true men,
Into beasts of burden,
Til love's tender kisses unlace the ties
That tether them
To roam fertile fields again.
Always love your writing.
♡♥♡♥
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you for penning such a
Thank you for penning such a wonderful comment. They are always a pleasure to read, and one often wonders - gee, how do these responses flow out (always) so soothing and intense, as if your gift comes so naturally. Words to be cherished ... indeed. Sorry also for my delay in responding. I have been lost in a chasm - I hope will never plague me again.