I can’t be
A productive member
Of society
When I can’t even follow
My own thoughts
Because You and You
You threw me to the ground
Mixed with dust and detritus
Existing on
Layers of dirt and sand
Turned to rocky crag
Abandoned baby
Feral soul
Wild thing
Tourist
Don the illusory garb
Hide in the dissociative shadows
On revolution road
Phantom sentiment fossilized in fear
Contorted into something more manageable
Manipulated into being well-behaved
Posing as real
Surviving on sacrifice
And raw reverence
Broken heart bleeding
In sugar coated hands
A meager existence
Delicious wounds to lick
My veiny eyes are wet
Swollen and red
Squinting at your scathing self
Sacred tears of rage and love
Solidified in savage scars
See you again super friend
When the stars align
You are a butterfly
My dragon’s breath melts
Your tattered wings
Fighting against my
Hurricane
Nice and interesting blog, dear friend! Thanks for following “Known is a drop, Unknown is an Ocean”. 🙂
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Thank you ❤
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
Great piece from 1 Wise Woman
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Wow! Thanks again 🙂
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Wonderfully raw and emotionally strong, well done!
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Thank you!
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Powerful ❤
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Thank you ❤
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