"where NOTHING exists"

Location

32618
United States
29° 33' 22.842" N, 82° 32' 24.8208" W

losing myself in the eye of darkness the ear that yearns to speak but says nothing......
just because the mouth is in charge of voice
the eyes can't see the waves of sound caught in the angle of sorrow.....
the relaxing settling scream of silent shatters.
water rising in the pink and purple horizons.....
a love....
lost....on purpose.
hate begets bitter sweet tears of joyful cries and painful smiles...
time is thrown away and it passes with no respect of what was.
what a heart learned....
the need to want to....
the want to need to hear the baffled moans of lovers in the purple moonlight of distant stars of gods never known to me.....
realizing that only the screams of an abused woman under contract of what she as a woman is allowed to do.
the loud silent yelps of shocks......
blue red....
what.......
what in the hell....
who......who is it....
where were you.....
i'm not here..
i'm screaming for peace slowly fighting his way through a black mans ghetto.....
through the bars of trust and the walls of a little girls blockage.
the bruises no one can see.....
so she think no one cares
it holds him tight to the broken sharpest edge of her fucked up reality.
the black eyes now open and her hazel-nut color vanished with the inner spirit of determination.
he drugged her....
he painted her life a coat of yellow blood shining with a fake varnished gold....
lies begets the truth?
men and women battle scars.
hair that captivates the heart of the one who raped her and snatched away her justices and left with her respect under a arm of non-dutiful action....
left deserted to the one that never showed.
pretty Beretta...bullets of opal.
unbalanced beams of gray light and a questionable fear...
the depths of the sky around me ties a bow around my neck so pretty...like marbles in the rain that colors my heart blue and purple
the promise that was never made because it never came back to fix the mended hands of a rose of green and orange thorns.
the smallest weakest is hurt.
aside from the staggering thoughts of a wire ball drenched in propane and gasoline. very...
very........
very careful...
ssshhh..you sang a sad song of love and yet no one hears it.
i am going through you....
existing as the many beast.......
in darkness.
slipping away where nothing exists...
until then....
i will be.......

Comments

ValikiaC

This poem is about a personal moment in my life where I felt terrified and angry at the same time.

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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