Consuming Crypt

Cradle me broken

with an air despair

awaits me as I look

into mirror’s glare.

***

Aloft a thought it

flows up to a hell;

shattered glass cut

my feet they swell.

***

I punch glass break

it is upon the floor;

onward I do endure

what I can’t ignore.

***

I’ll not be so bitter

nor cursing version

that shallow lauch

anger’s perversion.

***

Twist to hear truth,

the fabric of peace,

in my heart often I

empathy don’t speak.

***

I wander to places

inside me to erase

my judgement red

I strive to dissipate.

***

I’m cold outward I

feel deep a despair,

my crypt consumes,

follows everywhere.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Taylor Grace says:

    Oh wow, this this amazing! I feel every word ♥️

    Liked by 1 person

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