Flying from my lover’s bed
To chase those tolling bells
Hoarding pain as tiny threads
To weave them into spells
Ravens in the black of night
Hiding in plain sight
Worshipping the darkness
As they scatter from the light
As wool is pulled over the eyes
The truth is slyly spilled
Before you ever realize
The precious time I’ve killed
Creating stark indifference
With these syllables I sling
Showered with approval
For the nothing that I bring
Steel blade questions cut so deep
As arrows in my back
Answered in the frozen sun
Exposing all I lack
And what of blades and rusted spades
To dig a place to die
As shallow as the life I’ve lived
Not deep enough to hide
The guilt and shame and endless blame
As fragile fingers point
To every failure we fulfill
Successes we disjoint
So when did paper turn to chains?
To bind my blood to ink
While melting normal into strange
And warping how I think
There’s magic in the subtleties
Of whispers to a scream
As morals turn to novelties
Replacing truth with dreams
We formulate our fate too late
To fix a point of view
Until we blindly follow
Every sorrow shining through
But please remember every thought
Held captive by a lie
Becomes as sand between the teeth
And thorns inside the eyes
An incantation only works
With absolute belief
A puzzle mumbled backward
As we resurrect our grief
Whatever we desire
Whether good or bad or torn
Is placed as if an order
From the day that we are born
As bridges for our secret pain
Burn slowly at the source
The mind will build them back again
As markers for our loss
TM DiSarro
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