Soliloquies In Skeletal Keys in POETRY
- June 23, 2017, 8:33 p.m.
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White-knuckled and pristine, she meanders between lamp-post shadows like ectoplasm in the wake of phantasma
Translucently pale
Stained in rusty gore
I can not lament the death of the Devil’s whore
With whom I gave my soul
For hope
And auspicious sincerity
Like tattered clothes on bi-serrated wire
My heart
Is an empty cavity full of desire
I swooned to the emptiness of her muse and now cannot rid my head of the tune
Metal objects and glass shards are the sympathy card, and every scar is an apology for wanting more…
than this
..... eternal emptiness
Daylight comes when my eyes are closed
My mind resides in darkness
Since she’s killed all hope
Words engraved can not tell the tale of how this bed was made
Conned into believing that life was worth saving
Foolishly thinking that today is not tomorrow
It took me a lifetime to realize
That she was just another chapter
In my legacy of sorrow.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright ©2008
Mystery ⋅ June 23, 2017
Nice! Is that you in your profile pic? It almost looks like a young Rod Stewart. :)
Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Mystery ⋅ June 23, 2017
Yes, it's me. Rod Stewart... is that a good thing? lol
Mystery Exhumed By Scrying Eyes ⋅ June 23, 2017
LOL, cute. :)
Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Mystery ⋅ June 25, 2017
I guess I'll take your word for it. ty :)
Marg ⋅ June 24, 2017
Brilliant. I find your poetry needs read a few times because there's just so much in it. It's easy to miss things in a first reading.
Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Marg ⋅ June 25, 2017
I like to leave it open to interpretation. I just hope they connect emotionally with readers, it doesn't matter if it's understood. :)
Shattered ⋅ June 24, 2017
Well done, as always.