Uneasy Epiphanies 

Vexed I can get
and spiteful sprees,
after she embarked
to part from me.

It’s no stranger,
upon occasion,
my heart has had
seeping abrasions.

Consumed I can get
sleepless phantoms,
cold holes so low;
defeatest anthems.

It’s a result of
all my emotion
trusting in hands
chiding commotion.

Scoffly I curse
as dreams are lost.
Damning life
as love wanes off.

The sky rains
beckoning pain
learned have I
it’s me to blame.

By looking in
the mirror’s gaze,
I ask myself to
get out of my way.

I see completely
why such insanity.
It’s from the storms
born from vanity.

Maybe I should
let rain pour down.
Erode corrosion to
the uneasy ground.

Saying pain’s name
should defeat
selfish ways and
shed conceit.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. thepsychogrok says:

    This is truly beautiful.. I am so in love with the last verse..

    Liked by 1 person

  2. J Winchester says:

    Thank you Miss. It was definitely a soul searching sit down I had with myself.

    Liked by 1 person

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