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Thursday, March 12, 2020

Delusion Conceding




Delusion Conceding



Flashing spanish eyes
Stare me down
Into embers of fire
And I melt into dew
At the sound of your voice
My once and ever love
Lost in the memories
Of drowning men
And I, the survivor of your hurricane.

We meet upon the shore
Of renewed acquaintance
Filled with longing
And passion akin to terror
You and I, the victor and the victim
You, the sword and I, the blood upon the blade.

You do not know
The nights that passed before
As torment grasped me by the heart
And shook me till I wept
Crying like a man who's lost his soul
Dying like a man who hates his life.

As all the while
Your treacherous eyes
Looked elsewhere for their treasure
But not at me, for you had stripped me bare,
Left this barely beating heart
Held captive in your chains.

Till now, you come
And now I fall before you
But only in my heart, my pride is much too hurt
I stand as still as stone
As your beguiling face approaches
Calling me to days long gone
And willing me to smile.

Confusion clouds your midnight eyes
When you see I do not falter
Nor do I run to catch you up
Or taste the lips that lie
I only stand, though in my heart I grovel like a beggar
Holding out a begging bowl
With my eyes downcast in shame.

You look at me
As though you're looking at a stranger
And it is true you've never seen
This man whose back is strong
With eyes so full of anger that you'll never comprehend
I watch delusion encompass you
As I turn my back to you.


I hear you now behind me, following like a whisper
Cajoling me as my heart pulls free
And the chains all fall away
And now you scream and now I hear you softly whimper
As lost, you try to find the words
To make me turn again.

You do not know my knees are weak
But still we keep on walking
My eyes are filled with a coward's tears
But I will not let them flow
And proud, un- bloodied, I swiftly walk
Away from you, not knowing
If freedom is worth the price to pay
To a heart that loves you so.








© byVoo
April 9, 2011


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